Before any words can leave me, his gaze pins me. It’s one of a wounded man. The same vulnerability that plagued me all day stares back at me.
“I couldn’t give two shits if you have money. I don’t care.” The last couple of days play through my mind. “Is that what’s been bothering you?” I ask. “Is it because of my department? I mean it, Adrian.” I lick my lips, rushing my words out and praying he understands just how much I mean it. “If you don’t want to save the department, if it has to go … I would still want you.”
His pace has slowed, but it’s as if he can’t bring himself to end this conversation. Adrian looks down and I swallow hard.
“Adrian. I swear to you. If you need to tell me something, it’s okay.” Reaching for the box of tissues and taking it from him, I attempt to convince him. “If you need to tell me something, you can.” There’s an ache that starts in my chest, but it works its way outward. “I’ll still want you.”
His pale blue eyes come back to mine again. “Suzette.”
“Jobs come and go.” I get a lump in my throat from unshed tears and my love for him. How did this even happen? I’ve never wanted to cover myself more, but I’m on his desk and my clothes are on the floor. “Just like clients. I love my job. I love what I do, and I believe in it. But if something were to happen …” Feeling his eyes on my naked body like this makes me even more emotional. Adrian is so connected to this job for me. I met him here, even though he came to change everything. I don’t know whether I’m just clinging to those memories or if I’m genuinely afraid to lose my job. “If funding fell through …” He doesn’t react at all, other than to pull my hips to the edge of the desk and rest his forehead against mine. “If it all fell to shit and was taken away …”
“Hush.”
I do hush, because I can tell what he wants right now is to lose ourselves in the pleasure of this moment.
“I need you again,” he whispers and I’m shocked as he pushes me back. Still hard, still demanding and as rough as he was earlier.
“I want you and I’ll always want you,” he tells me between thrusts, his voice thick with emotion. My lips crash against his and a wave of emotion spreads through me.
I want to tell him, “That’s all that matters.” But words fail me and strangled moans are all I can offer him.
He groans, “I need more of you.”
I spread my legs wide for him and brace my hands on the desk so he can fuck me as hard as he likes. “Come for me,” he whispers in my ear, and heat explodes between my thighs in clenching pulses that make him groan and pulse. When he’s finished he pulls me off the desk and into his desk chair. I’m straddling him now, his hands on my waist, and I try to catch my breath so I can continue our conversation.
Even if he doesn’t want to. Even if it means being too open, too raw, too needy. I just need him to know exactly how I feel.
“Listen to me.” I take his hand and put it to my chest. “I would survive. I could start my company from scratch. I might not be able to keep the clients, but I would find more. I don’t want you because you can support me, if that’s what you’re worried about. I want you for you. God knows I hated the idea of you when I first saw you but I—” I swallow, and chicken out, backing away from the truth I’m too scared to voice. “I want you.” It’s all that I can say.
It’s true. If I learned one thing from my divorce, it’s that I’ll always be able to find a way to support myself. I might worry about it but if the occasion arises, I’ll handle it. That’s what it means to be a woman in the world. You always have to be able to find a way.
I put both my hands on the sides of his face. “Are you all right?”
He strokes my cheek. “It was only a question. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”
“If I should worry, you would tell me, wouldn’t you?”
He looks deep into my eyes and pulls me in for another kiss. This one is deep and slow and it’s like he wants to memorize every part of me. “You don’t have to worry,” Adrian whispers against my lips. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” I pull his lip between my teeth and add a little pressure so he can feel it. His deep groan is everything I needed to hear.