Page 2 of Addicted

When I turned to walk into my office, Hugh was sitting waiting.

It was like I’d somehow summoned him with sheer force of will. He held up a cup of coffee without turning around. A cup of coffee from my favorite place around the corner. He could warm me up just fine, I knew that. I had to take a deep breath and remember where I was. It was far too early to have such wicked thoughts. Leaving the door open, I bit my lip as I walked towards him.

“Good morning,” he said as I walked up to my desk.

He caught my eyes, and his gaze scanned my body, lingering on my mouth. I bit my cheek, feeling heat slink through me. Of the two things I wanted right in front of me, I could only have one. Straddling his thighs was inappropriate with half the office sitting outside my door. The desire must’ve shown on my face because Hugh cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes.

“Gorgeous, I’m going to need you to take this and sit down before I make you sit down.”

Thattone.

I licked my lips and skimmed my eyes down his navy suit, taking time to look at his thick thighs and the way his shoulder casually hung over the back of the chair before I grabbed the coffee from his hand. The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent a jolt of awareness singing through my body.

Instead of sitting across from him, I leaned against the desk a few inches away from him. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow while I kept his gaze and took a sip of the coffee. A sinful noise of enjoyment escaped my lips.

Hugh exhaled and brought his own cup to his lips. I watched his other hand tighten into a fist and rest in his lap. He didn’t make a sound, and we sat together in charged silence.

I could see the clench in Hugh’s jaw. I tightened my thighs together, feeling the heat settling there as desire warmed my blood and knocked off the chill. Turning a bit, I let my leg brush his as I brought the coffee back to my lips and made another delighted sound.

He stood abruptly and I feigned shock.

“Leaving?” I asked.

Our game was getting hotter. From the bulge in his pants, I could tell I was winning. Putting his hand into hispocket, he looked down at me. His face smoothed and became a blank mask.

“Thanks for the morning pick-me-up,” I said, my words heavy with amusement.

Hugh tutted. He leaned down towards me, his cheek faintly brushing mine.

“I’m keeping count, naughty girl.” His warm breath caressed my ear, and I felt my insides melt at the fiery promise in his words.

Straightening his suit pants, he walked away. I was breathing a little harder and ready to drag him into the nearest room so he could make good on his promise.

God, that man.

There was a lot to like about him. He was funny and could read a room like nobody else, but he also could read me.Really read me. Like, he’d found some book with my life story inside that gave him the key to all my secrets.

I was convinced that he knew when I was on my period because there was always some sweet and salty snack waiting on my desk when my spice level was a ten with anyone but him. But other than knowing a bit about him and his Grams, the man was a vault.

That’s why I was so surprised at the party. We were friends and colleagues, but he’d never let me see that fire in his eyes before. It was like he’d let me see a bit of the real him that he kept hidden away. And as much as Iwanted to kick the wall down and see all of him, something told me I needed to move slowly.

I had my own shit that I needed to figure out before I even considered taking Hugh up on round two. There was a lot standing between me and the glorious dick, attached to that Adonis of a man.

Just the thought of him made me drip like a faucet. He made me want to spend my days misbehaving. I knew that the sweet torture he’d provide would make me drop to my knees and beg for mercy that I would absolutely never get.

It took me a few seconds to stand up and walk back around my desk. I said a silent thanks that I’d prepped for the interns last night because all I could focus on was the heaviness between my thighs and the hard dick a few doors down that was a solution to my current problem.

Intern orientation took two hours. Two hours of me talking to a group of strangers. I simultaneously loved and hated it. This was my third batch, and it was never not nerve-wracking to be the center of attention in a room with them.

They all tended to have this starving look in their eyes, and they hung on to every word I said. I walked throughthe welcome presentation and answered all their questions about what the next three months would look like for them, and passed out their personalized packets. After a few more questions, they each ran off to shadow their assigned colleagues.

It wasn’t until I was in my office that I finally felt like I could breathe.

I was looking down at the city and I couldn’t imagine not having this view every day. There was something magical about San Francisco, something a camera couldn’t capture. I made the same promise to myself that I always did—I am going to explore more. Not just the places along my commute, but the entire city.

An annoying voice in the back of my head reminded me how eager I was when I first moved into the city and how every weekend, I’d plan something new and fun, and Curtis would convince me to stay home or guilt me for going out and leaving him alone.

Curtis had already changed by the time we moved here.

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