I need each piece of her. I tell her that with my ministrations. Making her squirm and push until I break her control. Raven falls apart as she comes on my mouth with unbridled restraint.
Once she comes down from her high, she unties her corset and gets on the bed. Without any more delay, I remove my clothes, move onto the bed, and cover her with my body.
Raven reaches up and touches my cheek. The caress breaks down any of the last barriers I may have had left. A feeling I’ve never felt weaves its way through me.
What is this?
I won’t say it.
I will not say those words out loud.
It’s too soon. It’s not right.
But God, it feels so right when I slide into her warmth.
Complete.
We are fated.
I was meant to be in that cloakroom.
32
Raven
My fingers hitthe keyboard as I set about opening my morning emails.
Things will be busy today with Charles stopping in London on his way back from Italy, so I need to get to work.
With a quick glance, I see I have over a hundred emails waiting for my response. My head shakes, and then I look at my half-empty mug of coffee. I’m going to need a refill pretty soon if I’m going to read through all of these.
I’m about to take the last few sips when I hear a commotion coming from the elevator. A few seconds later, Keller places a gorgeous bouquet on my desk. The look on his face as he places it down can only be described as murderous.
“I’m not your assistant,” he hisses.
Reaching for the flowers, I pull out the card.
The card simply reads:I missed you, but I will see you soon.
Now I’m even more confused...
Who will see me soon?
I was supposed to see Asher, but he wouldn’t send me this, would he?
I hear the sound of a cough, and I see that Keller’s brows pinch together as he studies me.
“Who are they from?” he asks, his voice tight.
“No clue.” I shrug.
“You must have a clue?” he presses. I shake my head. I’m about to say something when I hear people talking.
Keller huffs and storms off, and I’m confused by why, but then, as if the waters part, I see Charles and I know longer care about what crawled up Keller’s ass.
My breath catches at the sight of Charles walking down the hall. His gray suit hugs him just right, and my mouth waters.
I stand and head to intercept him before he walks into his office. When I’m standing right beside him, I lean in and whisper, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in London.”