“God damn raspberry,” he groaned as she began to shake with need, their mouths desperate for each other, fingers digging into flesh.
Fletcher ripped his mouth from hers. Their eyes were on fire as they caught their breath.
“Fuck me,” he said, shaking his head. “Friday. Bring a bag to the office. You are coming home with me this weekend.”
“Fletch—”
“Say no, and I will fucking storm up the steps to your house and make a scene,” he said. “You areminethis weekend. End of story.”
Olivia gasped.
God, she wanted this. Wanted him.
Her panties were a write-off and she’d have to change them. If that wasn’t proof she wasn’t ready to end this yet, then what was?
Her cheeks were on fire as Fletcher pressed his erection into her body.
“Now unless you want me to discover what color panties you have on, you need to leave right now.” He growled.
She clenched her thighs and let out a moan.
“Olivia,” he growled again. One last warning.
“Friday,” she said in agreement.
Four long days. She had no idea how they were going to get through the week without shagging in the office.
She also didn’t know how another weekend together was going to douse these flames. But it was worth a short. All she knew was she desired Fletcher Dufort more than any man in her life.
But. Olivia wasn’t stupid. She knew he wasn’t the one. This was pure desire.
He was a billionaire, and she was a single mother with a crazy-as-fuck ex-husband. But for one more weekend, she could enjoy the delicious haze of their chemistry as he treated her body like she was a queen.
Then it had to be over.
Forever.