His groan of satisfaction made me feel more secure than I had in days. And he was suddenly being slow and gentle with his strokes. As if he needed me to know that it was more than just fucking to him. But I knew that. I had just gotten in my own head. He loved me just as much as I loved him.
He groaned again before pulling out of me.
I sighed and let my body relax against his desk. I had missed this feeling.
His fingertips trailed up over my ass, back, and neck until they slowly began to untie the silky tie from around my eyes.
“You’re the one that’s too good for me. I know you don’t believe me, because you’re too stubborn to listen to my reasons.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. This wasn’t the first time I had told him he was out of my league. No matter what he said, I didn’t understand. Because he was James Hunter. It would never make sense to me. He had chosen me for some reason. I was the luckiest girl in the world. I was always just worried the luck would eventually wear off.
“We were never going to be just a one time thing, baby.” He kissed the side of my jaw. “We never could be. I can’t even role play that scenario anymore… Miss Taylor.”
The tie fell from my face and I opened my eyes. James was kneeling in front of me smiling. He was staring at me intently.
“Soon to be Mrs. Hunter, I hope?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I just missed you and…”
He silenced me with a gentle kiss. “It’s okay. But don’t be afraid to talk to me about how you’re feeling. You need to trust me.” He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “I would never cheat on you. You mean the world to me. All I need is you.”
“I do trust you.” I felt so foolish. I looked down at my hands and then back up at him. “Are you going to untie me?”
“I think I’d rather work like this.” He sat down in his chair with a smirk on his face.
I laughed.
He buttoned up his shirt and put his tie back around his neck.
“Really, I need to get back to work.” I lifted my wrists as much as I could.
He looked down at his watch. “You probably should get back. I actually have a lot of work I need to get through.” He rolled his chair forward and slowly untied the phone cord from my wrists. As soon as my hands were free he kissed the inside of each of my wrists. They were red from me pulling on the cord so much. He glanced back up at me.
“It’s okay. I liked it.”
He ran his thumbs along the insides of my wrists. “You’re definitely everything I need.”
I pushed myself up and leaned forward to kiss him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, kissing me hard before setting me back down on my feet. When he pulled back he had that boyish grin that I loved so much. I took a deep breath. We were good.
“Let’s find your clothes,” he said with a wink. His hands fell from me as he leaned down to grab my bra.
There was a paper stuck to my sticky stomach. I peeled it off, but before I could look at it, James grabbed it. He crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
“What was that?” I asked as I put my bra back on.
“I got distracted this morning. I keep rewriting my vows to you.”
My eyes darted back to his face. “James, I thought we agreed to just repeat the words that the minister says. You know I hate public speaking.”
He smiled and handed me my shirt. “Baby, you’re great at public speaking. You would have gotten an A in my class if you hadn’t started sleeping with me. Or if we hadn’t gotten caught.”
I laughed and pulled my shirt on over my head. It stuck awkwardly to my stomach even when I tried to smooth it into place. I needed to go to the bathroom to wipe some of the stickiness from the coffee off of me. “We didn’t really get caught.”
“I know.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me back against his chest. “My horrible ex wife, who I have absolutely no feelings for whatsoever, who I definitely don’t want to kiss, gave us away.”
I straightened his tie for him. “Who I want you to stop talking to.”
“Okay. Done.”
“Yeah?”
“All my friends say I’m whipped anyway. Might as well prove them right.”
I lightly pushed his shoulder. “I’m not trying to boss you around.”
“I know.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I just want you to be happy. I think Isabella was serious about getting my parents to come around or I would have hung up on her. I know you still want that.”
I shook my head back and forth.
“You really don’t want them to come?”
“No. I was the one that uninvited them, remember?”
He raised his left eyebrow.
“Fine. I’d still like them to accept me,” I said. “Even though they’re horrible. Maybe. But I don’t want them to be forced into it by Isabella. I don’t want her help with anything.”
“Fair enough. No more Isabella. She is officially out of our lives.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“And that’s why you talk to me when you’re upset. So I can fix it. Now where did your underwear go?”
I laughed and grabbed my thong off the ground.
James’ eyes wandered up my legs as I pulled my thong and skirt back on.
“So much for waiting until our wedding night,” I said.
“Insatiable as ever.”
“You turned it into a game. You know how competitive I am.”
He laughed. “That’s not why you caved, though. You caved because you needed me. Just as much as I always need you. That’s why we’re getting married. There was no reason to hold off on having sex until our wedding night. We already know where we both stand.” He tossed the phone at me. “Tell Nita to get me a new phone.”
“No way. I’m not doing that.” I threw it back at him. “I’m not her boss. And I don’t want to have to explain what happened to it.”
“So you want me to explain what happened?”
“Don’t you dare. Just tell her it fell off your desk. And please don’t make her clean up this mess.” I walked to the other side of the desk and picked up a frame that had fallen. The glass was shattered. It was a picture of James and I at the beach. He had this habit of staring at me instead of the camera whenever someone was taking a picture of us. This one wasn’t any different. I was smiling and he was looking at me with the most loving expression on his face. Like I was the only thing he saw. “I love this picture.”
“We’ll have a better one soon.” He grabbed the broken frame from me and pulled out the picture. “Of when we share our first kiss as husband and wife. That’s the one I’ll want on my desk.” He handed me the photo and tossed the frame in the trash. “Now that the other marketing interns know we’re together you can have a picture of me. I’ll get you a new frame.”
I smiled back up at him. I had no idea why I had ever doubted him.