“Oh, I’m ready,” she murmured and touched his thigh. “I hope this man of mine hits the gas, because I can’t wait much longer.”
*
For what hadto be the fifth time in the last hour, Eric’s mind wandered from the audit he was working on to the last couple of days with Hannah.
After they’d arrived back at her apartment, they’d made love until neither of them could see straight. He’d spent so much time with his face buried between her legs, he could still taste her and recall her scent.
But more so, her cries of pleasure and the way she’d whispered his name. Watching her orgasm was just about the sexiest thing on the planet, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.
Though that was going to have to wait until tonight after they both got off work. Which was unfortunate, given that his dick was already starting to harden beneath his trousers. Thank God for a desk job. Literally, thank God for the desk.
Stop thinking about her. Get your ass working.
But now that his mind had brought her up, he thought of her for different reasons. She was going to talk to the school today about the stalker parent. Had she done it yet? How had it gone?
He glanced over at his phone, but no messages had come in. No big deal. It was still early.
His gut twisted a bit with a premonition he didn’t want to dwell on. Probably nothing, but the fact that they’d blown her off so completely the first time was a bad sign.
Hopefully, it went better today.
His brain hopped to the conversation he’d had with her about telling James about them. He’d already sent his friend a text and asked to meet him for lunch tomorrow.
God, that conversation was going to suck. But it needed to be done.
His phone started to vibrate from the silent ring and he snatched it up. “Hannah?”
It was like she’d known he was thinking about her.
“Any chance you can come get me? I’ve been put on administrative leave.”