He gazed down at me. “Maybe one day you can forgive me. Maybe one day this place won’t stand between us. That is my greatest hope.”
His sincerity was real. His expression honest and sad. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“I miss you too. Promise me you will never lie to me again.”
“Never.”
“I forgive you.”
He was on me in a second, his body pressing me into the cushions of the sofa, his mouth hungry and demanding. His arms were like vises around my body, holding me tight. He devoured me. Surrounded by his body, his taste and scent soaking into me, I finally felt right again.
He was right.
We were right.
And I was tired of denying it.
He dragged his lips across my cheek. “Sweetheart, I need to take you home.”
“You have work to do and a deadline.”
“The only thing I want to work on is getting inside you,” he protested.
“You have a building to create.”
“I’ve got something else erected instead,” he insisted with a grin, flexing his hips and grinding into me.
I moaned low in my throat. “Mitch, please. We can’t. Not here.”
Before he could speak, a cold voice startled us.
“Well, isn’t this cozy? I knew something was going on.”
Michelle stood in the doorway, her arms crossed.
* * *
I stared at the wall, gripping the hot cup of tea Mitch had given me. I shivered a little, pulling the blanket Mitch had draped around my shoulders tighter. I could hear his voice in the other room, talking on the phone with his lawyer.
When Michelle discovered us, Mitch had stood, angry and indignant.
“Does a closed door mean anything to you?”
She shook her head. “Stop deflecting.” She glared at me. “You’re in breach of contract. You’re fired.”
Mitch laid a hand on my shoulder. “You fire her, I’ll walk.”
She rolled her eyes. “Take it up with management.”
He met her gaze steadily. “Trust me, I will. Now, get out of my office.”
After she flounced out, he picked up his phone and jacket. “Get your things. We’re leaving.”
“Your deadline…” I protested.
He leaned over me. “Fuck that. Fuck everything but fixing this for you. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
“For kissing me?”