“No. We were fucking before. Now I want you.”
He bites my neck, and I whimper.
“I want all of you.” His hand grabs my behind, and he pulls me against his waiting hard cock.
Oh jeez . . . welcome home.
I kiss his big lips. “Okay.”
He holds my face in his hands and stares down at me as the air leaves my lungs. “Tonight. My place,” he breathes.
I smile softly as my sex begins to throb in anticipation. “Yes.”
“Do you want to go out for dinner?”
“No, I want to cook. Do you have groceries?”
His brow furrows. “I’ll get Alan to pick something up.”
“No.” I frown. “I want to go to the grocery store.”
His hands roam up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to start. “Take the limo.”
I screw up my face. “I’m not going to the grocery store in a limo.”
He grabs my hand and places it over the huge erection in his suit pants, and I grab it as his eyes flicker in arousal. “I need you,” he breathes as he bites my bottom lip.
“Oh God, me too.” I pull out of his grip as I pant. “I have to get back to work.”
God . . . it would be so easy to stay here and fuck the boss instead.
“I’ll have Alan deliver the car to you. You use it from now on.”
“The car?” I frown. He has a car?
“Just use it as your own.” His hands grind me onto his body. He’s completely preoccupied with arousal.
“I only need it to do groceries just today. Don’t bother Alan. I can get it from your apartment.”
“Our apartment.” He bites my neck as he really begins to eat me. Goose bumps scatter all over my body.
“Huh?”
“You’ll be moving in with me.”
“What?” I pull out of his arms as my arousal fog temporarily lifts. “What did you say?”
His dark eyes dance with delight. “If I’m doing this, I’m fucking doing this.”
I stare at him. What the hell?
“I don’t do things by half, Emily. If you’re with me, you’re with me.”
“Jameson,” I whisper. “Have you gone crazy?”
“I have meetings scheduled back to back all day, or I would be bending you over my desk right now.” He turns me around and slaps me on the behind. “Now get back to work before I do it.”
I pant as I stare at the door. A visual of me lying across his desk with my legs open swirls through my head. How am I supposed to string two thoughts together after he says that?