“Okay. I’ll just be a few minutes, buddy.”
Then I quietly shut the door. “Come here?”
“What are you doing?”
“Come here.”
Emerie did as I asked, coming to stand within my reach. “What?”
“I thought about you the entire plane ride home.”
She swallowed. “Yeah?”
“And in the shower this morning. Had to blast the water ice cold to get my cock under control because every time I shut my eyes, I saw your ass bent over my desk.”
Her eyes widened. “Your son is right in the next office.”
“I know. That’s why you’re not bent over that desk right now, and I’m going to settle for a little taste.”
She licked her lips, and deciding Beck could come look for me at any second, I was done wasting time. I cupped the back of her neck and used it to pull her close as I took her mouth in a rough kiss. My other arm hooked around her waist, and she whimpered as I tugged her body flush against mine. She smelled so damn good. A sweet fragrance mixed with her naturally sexy feminine scent was intoxicating. It took every bit of restraint I had not to turn her around and push her up against the door. When I grabbed a handful of her ass and she moaned into my mouth, I almost lost that restraint.
My dick was throbbing by the time I released her mouth. I was just about to go in for more, when I heard my son calling.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, leaning my forehead against Emerie’s. “I’m going to have to hide my hard-on so he doesn’t ask questions I’m not ready to answer.”
Luckily, I was wearing dark jeans and was able to adjust myself before going to Beck.
“What’s up, buddy?”
“Can we get hot chocolate before we go skating?”
“You just had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Don’t you think that’s enough chocolate for the morning?”
My son was smart. “But it’s gonna be cold outside, and it’ll keep me warm on the inside.”
Emerie came to stand next to me. She smiled. “He has a good point.”
“Are you going to come skating with us?” Beck asked.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t know how to ice skate.”
“My dad can teach you. He’s good at everything.”
Nice, kid.
Emerie looked to me for help.
I shrugged. “Kid’s got a point. I am good at everything.”
She rolled her eyes, then spoke to Beck. “You and your dad don’t need me slowing you down.”
“We’ve never gone ice skating with anyone else. I can show you my moves.”
Emerie turned to me with one brow lifted. “He’s got moves, huh? Just like his father.”
I lowered my voice. “Come. Let him show you his moves, and I’ll show you mine later.”
Emerie