Sadly, before I get a chance to do anything about it, my alarm starts up again.
“Fucking hell.”
Corey rocks his hips into me.
“Either stop it and come back, or ignore it.”
I look from him to where my purse sits on the chair at the other side of the room.
“Just give me a second.”
I climb from his lap and walk over. The entire time his eyes burn into my back.
“I know you’re staring.”
“Good.”
I laugh at him as I silence my cell. Spinning on the tips of my toes, I find Corey exactly how I left him—head on his pillow, his body fully exposed from where I threw the covers off, and his cock hard and resting well up onto his stomach.
“Now this is the kind of wake-up call I could really get used to.”
“Me too, Vixen.” He winks and gestures for me to rejoin him, which I do almost instantly.
I take his hand in mine once I’m close enough to climb back on top of his body.
His eyes shutter closed when I take his solid length in my hand and prepare to sink down on him.
“Are you sure this is safe?” he asks right at the last minute.
“I’m sure, but I’ll book a doctor’s appointment later and get on some birth control.”
“Good, I don’t want anything between us again.”
His lids flicker up, and the look in his eyes makes my breathing falter. He’s serious. Deadly serious.
I have to bite down on the inside of my lips to stop me asking what this is and where we go from here.
It’s not important right now. Just enjoy the ride.
I listen to that little voice in my head and allow myself to sink down on him until I’m fully seated.
I stare into his emotion-filled dark eyes, and I know that the second I get to work this morning, I’m making that phone call. He deserves it.
Chapter Twenty-One
Corey
“Can I drive you to work?” I ask when Harlow emerges from my bathroom ready for a day at the office.
I run my eyes over her body-hugging black dress, and it just tells me what I already know. I’m falling, and fast.
The thought of ripping it from her body and dragging her back to bed is all-consuming, but I know I can’t. She has a job, and so do I. We’ve got other people who depend on us for shit.
“I didn’t think you had a car,” she asks, slipping her feet into her shoes. They do incredible things for her calves, making me forget she just said anything. “Corey?”
“Shit sorry. Just, you look… Fuck. You look really fucking hot. Are there many guys in your office?” I ask casually, running my fingers through my hair.
Sadly, it’s not causally enough, because she sees right through it.
“A few. Most are quite young, too. And they all wear these suits.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and I have to swallow down a bubble of jealousy that makes itself known.
She leans over me, forcing me to rest back on my elbows.
“But I’m pretty sure none of them could make me scream like you did last night.”
“Damn fucking straight, Vixen.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about. They’re all either married or gay.”
“Good to know. So, back to my original question.”
“How are you going to drive me to work without a car?”
“I’m going to drive you in yours,” I say with a shrug, like it’s obvious.
Pushing from the bed, I tug on a pair of trousers followed by a clean t-shirt and I’m ready to go.
“Is that it? Is that all you do in the mornings?”
“What? I had a shower and brushed my teeth, too.”
“It should be illegal to look that good with that little effort.”
“What should be illegal is any other man getting to see just how hot your arse is in this dress.” I pull her to me and squeeze it hard.
“Ow,” she complains.
“Nice try. We both know you loved it. Now, come on. We can pick up breakfast on the way.”
She smiles at me before I turn and leave her in the bedroom.
If someone had told me that I’d wake up feeling this alive, this happy, after the heavy conversations that happened between us last night, then I’d have told them they were an idiot. But that’s exactly how this morning feels, and I know Harlow is thinking the same. It’s right there in her chestnut eyes.
She feels lighter, having told me everything she went though. I can see it’s no longer resting heavy on her shoulders.
I’m sure, like me, there’s more to her story. I doubt she was taken in by Bailey’s parents and suddenly had the perfect life.
“Let’s go then,” I say when she joins me.
“Shit, I didn’t tidy up,” she mutters, looking around the living area and kitchen at the mess we made last night.
“There’s always time for that later. Come on, we don’t want you being late.”
After texting Laura an order, we make a quick pit stop at her diner to collect it before heading further into town. Harlow directs me toward the Corporate Cares offices and points to her parking space once I’m there.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I kill the engine and go to get out with her.
“It’s your car. I’m leaving it with you.”
“But you work on the other side of town.”
“It’s fine. I’ll grab an Uber.”
“Take it.”
“But—”
“No buts.” She rests her hand on my thigh, and the heat burns through the fabric of my trousers. “If you’re done in time, come and pick me up, or just message if you’re not and I’ll find another way home.”
“No, I can’t—”
“Corey,” she snaps, effectively cutting off my argument. “Just do it.”
“Okay,” I mutter, knowing full well that I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure my afternoon client is done in plenty of time to collect her. I refuse to take her car and force her to find
