Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Fucking hell, she’s going to kill me.
My cock throbs in my pants at the title sitting there on my screen, but I bite down on my own tongue to stop myself from reacting further. Without responding, I lock my phone and toss it into my desk drawer.
As much as I want to play cat and mouse with Riley and let her rile me up just so I can put her in her place, I’m at work for a reason.
“Let me know if you find anything important,” I tell Julie without glancing in her direction as I bury myself in the paperwork in front of me. “I’ll start with these and jump in on the rest when I’m through.”
And then I’ll drag Riley back to my penthouse and show her just what she gets when she teases me like this.
CHAPTER 16
NICK
Itap my pen against the notepad in front of me lazily, taking one last glance at the figures projected before nodding sharply.
“Anything to add?” I ask Marcus.
Wednesday meetings are important for the planning team, but my mind has been elsewhere throughout the whole thing. It’s hard to focus when Riley is less than ten feet from me, wrapped up in a pretty green sweater and looking utterly edible.
I never thought watching someone work could be so enticing.
“Nothing from me,” my brother says, offering the marketing team a beaming smile, dark eyes twinkling with pride. “You all did great. I’ll meet with you next week to finalize the adjustments we made to the advertisements and then we’ll be good to move forward. Good work.”
Marcus has always been more free with his compliments than I have, which is a good thing. If I were responsible for keeping morale up, I’d blow my fucking brains out.
I only give praise when it’s earned.
Or whenever Riley turns those pretty eyes on me.
“Get to it. You’re all dismissed.” Chairs squeak as everyone rolls out from the polished conference table, papers shuffling and laptops closing. Low chatter hums through the marketing team, several of them already shooting ideas back and forth as Marcus is quickly drawn into conversation. “Miss Morgan,” I say, cutting through the fading chatter as people file out. “Stay behind for a moment. I want to discuss a few of these figures with you.”
Riley glances between me and the charts still projected, and I almost laugh when I realize she thinks I’m serious.
I forget just how innocent that mind of hers is sometimes.
It only makes me want to corrupt her more.
She’s busy pulling up reports, probably to show me where she got the figures she presented from, but I couldn’t care less. First of all, her work is always perfect. Secondly, I need to get my mouth on her before I explode.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind the last person, I reach over and snap the lid of her laptop shut, smirking at the way she jumps and squeaks in surprise.
“I don’t need to go over your work, Riley,” I purr, leaning back and dragging my eyes over her hungrily. “I just wanted an excuse to keep you a little longer.”
She flushes bright red across the bridge of her nose, and it makes me want to ruin her.
I’ve been chained to my desk since the data breach last weekend, combing through files to make sure everything is accurate and ensuring that nothing potentially catastrophic was leaked. All we’ve managed to uncover is that the mainframe was accessed remotely through an internal server. IT suspects it was a virus downloaded onto one of the computers, but they’re having trouble tracking it down.
Riley and I have been texting nonstop, and I’ve spent several nights listening to her babble on the phone while I’m stuck at work, but it’s not the same. Five days apart is entirely too much.
I need her here, pressed up against me, warm and soft and willing.
“Come here, Princess,” I say, swiveling in my chair and patting my thigh. “Come join me.”
That flush spreads further, turning her face such a pretty shade of pink that I’m tempted to cancel the rest of my day and spend it driving her insane with pleasure.
“The door’s unlocked,” she says shyly.
She still stands from her seat and rounds the edge of the conference table to take a seat in my lap anyway.
“I have a meeting in half an hour.” I grin as I tug her closer, hiking the hem of her skirt up just a bit so I can trace my fingers over the outside of her thigh. “Don’t worry about the door; Sloane’s never early.”
I don’t want to think about my meeting or about Sloane’s shitty report that I have to ream her out over, not when I’ve got Riley’s ass pressed up against my rapidly hardening cock.
Her hair is down for once. I take advantage of that to tangle my fingers in it and yank her close. She gasps at the sudden movement, and I grin wickedly before taking her lips in a violent kiss. I’m starving for her, hungry every time she’s not in my arms. I don’t bother to restrain myself now.