I mull that over. “I have to get back to work. I’ve got clients to train and a gym full of people to keep safe, but I want to talk more about this. We good for now? We’ll talk more later after we’ve had some time to mull it over?”
“Yes. I’m so good.”
“Yeah you are.” I head-butt her forehead gently and kiss her lips again. She tastes a little like me and a lot like us. Basically, tasty as fuck. I want so much more, but instead, I stand and let her glide down my form to her bare feet.
I look around and notice the papers that were all over my desk are on the floor. Her panties are a shred of lace dangling off my ruler sitting in a cup. Everything’s a bit of a mess, but I’ll have to deal with it later. I sigh heavily, knowing it will be a late night, when all I really want to do is spend time with a goddess.
“Mind if I use your computer?” she asks randomly. “I want to look at a couple possible places for purchase. I’ll pick up the papers too.” She grins, and her cheeks pink up. So freakin’ pretty.
“Course you can. Mi casa es su casa.” I kiss her once more, turn her around, and smack her ass. “Go ahead before I bend you over and fuck you against my desk this time.”
Before I can hear a response, I turn on a heel and leave her behind. Looking at this woman in her sated glory would have me making good on that promise. Instead, I go back to the gym and dive into work. A smile on my face and a beautiful woman in my heart.
Chapter Twelve
Knees Chest Chin Pose (Sanskrit: Ashtanga Namaskar)
This position is excellent for opening the throat chakra. Starting in table position, you anchor your hands and ease your chest to the mat first, leaving your tailbone pointing to the sky. Flatten your forehead against the mat and stretch out your arms, getting as flat along the mat with your upper body as possible. Releases tension in the neck, arms, and lower back.
HONOR
Nick’s office is a complete and utter disaster. Not only is his computer archaic, it’s slow as molasses.
When I first sat down, I turned on the computer and realized it was going to take a while to use his internet. Made me wonder what type of service he had, which led me to poking around the overflowing file cabinets.
Turns out, Nick may be an excellent yoga teacher, boxer, and lover, as I’m slowly finding out, but he’s terrible at administrative business functions. His filing system is atrocious. Not to mention he has an entire file full of invoices that need to be mailed out, all of which are well over a week old. How can he bring in any money if he’s not sending out the bills?
First things first. I pick up the papers and toss my panties into his top drawer, feeling bold and brazen in that decision. Of course, it took me a full ten minutes to decide to tease him with those. After the sex we had on his desk—and couch—I can only imagine how explosive it will be when he puts his huge penis inside me. The stretch alone will be insane. I cross my legs over one another and clench down, imagining his thick length.
That line of thinking leads me to other, racier thoughts about bending me over his desk as he mentioned. I think I’d like that. I’ve never been taken in such a primal way. I’ve seen it on TV or in movies a hundred times, but it’s not something I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing with my past lovers. And none of them went down on me the way Nick did. I’m pretty sure college boys learn the art of cunnilingus through trial and error. Sadly, I must have been on the low end of the learning curve during that timeframe. In one go, Nick ruined me for all other men. I’m forever going to compare any future lovers with this man.
Future lovers.
If Nick heard me say that or even knew I was thinking it, he’d probably spank me. Imagining that spike of pain against my bare ass… That would be far more pleasurable than a razor blade to my arm or thigh.
Shaking off the sex thoughts, I evaluate each and every piece of paper in his office and then put each one into an appropriate pile. On top of his file cabinet, I find a big package of new manila folders, so I make good use of those to organize all of his files. I fold up the invoices, address the envelopes, locate a roll of stamps, and get those ready for mailing. After that, I set them on top of my purse, figuring I could drop them off at the mailbox for him.
Once I’ve got his desk organized, I tackle the rest of the file cabinet. Hours slide by as I work. I finish labeling and filing all the remaining paperwork before I approach the computer. His system for filing here is nonexistent too. There are at least fifty files on the desktop. Documents that need to be in an electronic folder, new folders that needed to be created. Then I found a file with his financials and dig in. I love a good budget and expense sheet. Not that he has one of those. I find a single spreadsheet an accountant drew up for him three years ago when he started his business. He hasn’t kept good records this entire time. How the heck has he gotten past the IRS and state tax board?
I start detailing his expenses based on the credit card and bank statements I find. Apparently, he did do his taxes but didn’t claim nearly enough, just the basics of the building and equipment. He didn’t claim his own pay, or the utilities, the
