Page 84 of Bossy Trouble

GEORGIA

A few months later

“Stop that.” I glanced up at Donovan with an irritated look, but he gave me an innocent smile in return.

“Stop what?”

“That,” I said. He’d been nudging my foot under the table for the past fifteen minutes.

At first, when he showed up at my work, he’d pulled up a seat beside me under the guise of helping me. What he’d done instead was repeatedly run his hands down the length of my neck, causing goosebumps to break out. He especially focused on a particular hickey on my neck that reminded me of last night, right before he’d eaten me out, until I begged him to stop. I knew he was trying to remind me of it and drive me crazy in the process.

It was working.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Every once in a while, he would come closer under the guise of looking at something on my screen, and his breath would hit my skin. When that happened, I could feel the shivers deep in my bones and the response in my pussy.

He was slowly seducing me, and he knew it.

“I need to get this done by the end of the day,” I reminded him.

“So get it done,” he said, giving me that same wicked smile. “I’m not stopping you.”

“Yes, but you are distracting me,” I said.

“I think that’s just my good looks. I’ve been told by several women that I can be supremely distracting, but I can’t be blamed for that.”

I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled.

“If it makes you feel any better, Mrs. Dresden….” He leaned forward to whisper it, his eyes blazing with hot desire. “You’re pretty distracting too. In fact, it is taking every fiber of my being not to throw you on that desk right now and have you screaming my name.”

Desire thrummed through my whole body, even though it was only this morning when we last fooled around. I swallowed. I was right about Donovan being addictive. Even though we were together nearly every day now, it seemed I could never get enough of him.

And he was just as ravenous for me.

Which was why he’d spent the entire afternoon on his lunch break in my office, trying to tempt me into a quickie with him. But I couldn’t give in because I had things I needed to do.

In the few short months since I’d taken back the reigns of Moniche, the company had exploded with profits. Our relaunch had been executively planned into a huge success. We were now opening up stores in about three more states and two countries, and Moniche was poised to become a multimillion-dollar company in the next few weeks.

“Congratulations,” Donovan told me when I’d excitedly broken the news to him. “I guess I can finally experience what it feels like to be a trophy husband.”

I rolled my eyes as I laughed, and then we made love several times that night. One of those times, he let me be in charge for a bit before he took over again, driving my body to pleasure again and again before he was happy.

But what Moniche’s success meant was that I would be pretty busy for the next few weeks. I hadn’t made it home for lunch a couple of times, and I guess Donovan was finally sick of sending people to make sure I ate, so he came over himself.

“If I don’t get this done, we won’t be able to make it to dinner with Alexander,” I said.

“Screw dinner with that annoying bastard,” Donovan said.

I mock gasped. “Don’t say that, Donovan. He’s your friend.”

As a matter of fact, we had become very good friends with Alexander over the past few weeks. He’d helped Donovan buy out the Sicarios and was now a partial investor in Dresden Inc. He and Donovan were also working on some super-secret mission with his friend Cole and the Feds in order to take down the Sicarios. Donovan didn’t talk about it much with me, but I was often worried about how dangerous it was.

“I need to protect you,” he said when I told him about my worries. “And I will move heaven and earth and get my hands as dirty as I need to in order to do so.”

Alexander was the one who calmed me down, assuring me that he would make sure Donovan didn’t do anything stupid in his bid to protect me. I’d found him to be a bit strange but overall a good person.

Plus, Alexander was also a silent investor in Moniche. Donovan didn’t know that part yet.

He’d told me a little bit about their history, and it all seemed so stupid that they had a falling out over a woman. I’d scolded Donovan about what he did and told Alexander that he needed to move on from Sasha. Even my romantic soul couldn’t fathom being that hung up over a woman who never gave him the time of day. I wasn’t sure if they listened to me or not, but since then, we routinely had dinner at our house every Saturday night, a dinner that both guys insisted they didn’t want, but they ended up showing up anyway.

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