Before Paxton had a chance to respond, Braxton pushed his door closed with a loud slam echoing behind him causing Paisley to laugh, and do the same.
Hours later, Braxton’s stomach began to growl. He’d been hard at work trying to get Josie Preston to agree to meet him so he could pitch the firm to her. She’d been stringing him along for weeks, constantly dropping hints about just how closely she wanted to work with him. And each time he wouldn’t take the bait, she’d postpone any commitment to a meeting. Today, however, they’d exchanged several emails and finally had a lengthy phone conversation during which Josie had agreed to meet with Braxton, but only over dinner.
After this morning’s silent ride into the office, Braxton was certain he should be putting off his dinner meeting to spend the evening with Paisley, discussing their future. But the businessman in him couldn’t say no to Josie. Now he needed to break the news to Paisley, and what better time to do it than over lunch?
He pushed back from his desk, straightened his perfectly pressed slacks, and took in a deep breath before slowly releasing it.
He found Paisley stretched out on the sofa that graced the seating area of her office.
Her eyes were closed, and a sleeping Emmersyn cuddled beside her. Both his girls were peacefully conked out and he couldn’t bring himself to wake either of them. So he just stood there and drank in how perfect his life was. It wasn’t long before tiny snores filled the room, which brought a smile to his lips and stirred something deep inside him.
As he turned to make his way toward his office, Paisley whispered to him, “Hey, have you been standing there long?” she rubbed at her eyes.
Braxton placed his right hand into his front pocket. “Just a little bit. I’d come to see if you wanted to have lunch.”
“I’m sorry. I fed our little caterpillar and must have fallen asleep with her. After all, someone kept me up most of the night.” A sheepish grin stretched across her face.
“Are you still hungry, or did you eat already?”
“I ordered in a sandwich when I hadn’t heard from you, so I ate with Emmy.”
“I’m sorry. I got tied up with Josie Preston and lost track of time.”
Paisley pursed her lips together. There was no love lost between the two women. The first time they’d met, Josie had made it very clear what her intentions were for Braxton even though she knew he was married to Paisley.
“That woman wants you, Brax.” A bit of anger and a tinge of uncertainty blended together in her eyes. She was still uncertain of the bond they shared.
“It doesn’t matter what she wants, butterfly. I’m not interested in anything other than her signature on the bottom line of that contract you drew up for me.” Braxton hoped that his words would be enough to calm her unease, but they didn’t appear to have the effect he’d wished for.
Pulling his hand out of his pocket, Braxton strode to the sofa and lifted Emmersyn from where she lay. She’d been sleeping like a log so he wasn’t worried that moving her would wake her up. As he placed her in her portable crib, he leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead before turning and moving toward the office door. Paisley watched with curiosity as he closed the solid piece of wood and twisted the lock.
Paisley's body began to tremble as she observed Braxton’s mood shift from easygoing to the aggressor. She couldn’t be certain, but she hoped that meant he was on his way to do dirty things to her. She’d fantasized about having afternoon sexcapades in her office, but until today she hadn’t thought they would ever come true.
“I see you’re hesitant to believe that I have no interest in Josie, so I’m going to show you just how disinterested I am in her and how interested I am in you.” Paisley’s body shivered at the desire in his voice.
Braxton watched her as she crossed one leg over the other in an effort to stave off her desire. His look became predatory, hunger driving the need to be buried face-deep between her thighs. He stood before her, gazing at her lust-filled face before dropping to his knees. “Do you want me?”
Paisley nodded her head.
Braxton placed his hands on the outside of her legs, and slowly he pushed her skirt up as his fingers traveled toward her ass. He gripped her silk underwear in his palms, Braxton wanted to rid her of them quickly. His fingers grasped the sides, and in one tug, her legs uncrossed and he ripped them down her thighs and tossed them on the floor beside him. Without hesitation, he quickly moved each of her legs over his shoulders, exposing her center to him. He could smell her arousal and see the glistening of her desire against the most sacred part of her body. He closed his eyes for a moment as his tongue darted out to brush against his bottom lip.
Paisley mewled.
“Show me, Braxton.”
His eyes raised to meet hers.
“Show me how much you want me.”
She didn’t have to ask him again. He was bound and determined to enlighten her that she had nothing to be concerned about. His tongue flitted from between his lips, finding its pleasure at the entrance to her slit. With one lick, he could taste her desire on his tongue. Her juices were so heady that it forced a growl from between his lips. “You taste so fucking amazing, butterfly. I’m never going to be able to get enough of you.”
It wasn’t long before he went from licking her to nibbling at her bud. He felt her begin to shake, and
