Over the Moon

I can’t believe I just did that. I just masturbated in my boss’s shower. There has to be something wrong with me because every damn time he tells me what to do it goes straight to my core, and my mouth tells him off. I am a walking contradiction. The meeting is in ten minutes, and I can still feel the flush on my face. I use the mirror from my makeup bag and try to assess the damage. Luckily it feels warmer than it looks. I use a little foundation to calm the redness and add some red lipstick to go with my dress.

I arrive for the meeting a few minutes early. This is a project update where everyone comes together to talk about what they are doing and where they are in the process. I finally have things to report now that I have my blueprints, thanks to Wolf. I sit next to Harper as the rest of the staff starts to come in. Wolf is the last to arrive and just my luck the last free seat is right next to me. He looks at me and maintains eye contact as he makes his way around the room to where I am sitting. He sits down and shifts his chair a little closer to mine. “Ms. Bishop.”

I nod and say, “Mr. Lawson.” My knees part slightly, and the side of my leg touches his. The contact with him, so soon after the event in his shower makes me ready to go again.

Nate starts the meeting off with some updates on the Wiscasset project. There were permit issues, but they are finally resolved. Jack is next with details about the Clinton site. Everything is smooth sailing, and they are looking to come in both under budget and finish a week early. The table starts to get a little loud as people are showing excitement about Jack’s news.

“That is awesome, Jack, congrats,” I say. Jack winks at me and Wolf stiffens in his chair. He leans back in an angry huff causing the chair to shift closer to me. Our thighs are completely touching now. The signs of his jealousy over my friendship with Jack makes me laugh but I kind of feel for him.

I rest my hand on my thigh under the table and my fingers accidentally brush his leg. Before I can pull my hand back, his hand swiftly slides down over mine and he laces our fingers together. My breath hitches and I feel that tug in my stomach again. Luckily no one around the table notices as Rusty keeps the congratulations going by scheming how he can steal Jack’s crew for another build. I am the last to speak. I flex my hand and he releases my fingers but his empty hand comes to rest on my thigh.

“The Autism Hub portion of the Thrive contract is officially underway. We were able to obtain the blueprints from Ledger Hayes and I put some pressure on the Chicago zoning committee. I will be traveling to Chicago next week to meet with the directors of Autism Hub for final signing.”

“Actually, we will be going to Chicago.” His hand squeezes my thigh. “With that said, any site visits for those three days will need to be rescheduled. If no one has anything else, then let’s get back to it.”

I have a lot of questions, but everyone is filing out of the room, Wolf being the first to leave. That son of a bitch! I storm off to my office and slam the door. My frustrations with this man are so high, I can’t sit so I pace my office floor. How am I going to handle him on a business trip? At least when I go home to Dad’s I don’t have to think about him. Liar. Ugh! Okay… I think about him, but he isn’t there pissing me off. I take a deep breath. This isn’t a big deal. It’s not like we will be in the same hotel room. This isn’t one of those romance novels where there is only one room left at the cozy inn. I just need to focus on the project and that I will get to see Lola while I am there. I shouldn’t have let him touch me. This is going too far. But fuck it was hot.

I have been distracted by that man. This connection keeps drawing us together and it could be something amazing. My gut says to go for it. Even if it is just some fun, I deserve that, don’t I? I don’t care what other people say about who I date but messing around with your boss seems wrong. Then there is Derek. I am just out of a terrible relationship. I have no idea if I am ready to trust someone with my heart, even for a fling. Who am I kidding? I could have had a fling with Jack, and I didn’t because there was no crazy attraction. There is one man that I have felt a spark for. Too bad he makes me just as angry as he does turned-on.

I have been getting up extra early to run and shower before going to work trying to avoid having to shower in his bathroom. I don’t know if I can handle the tension between us anymore. Something is going to snap. I spent the morning in the office gathering everything I need to go to Chicago since we are flying out in a few days. He seems to be steering clear of me for now as well since I got an email from him, from two offices down the hall, telling me that he will pick me up at home and drive us to the airport. The email rubbed me the wrong way, I am not sure if it’s my nature to push back when I am being told what to do or just the audacity of him sending an email and not talking to me about it directly. He wasn’t asking me, he was telling me.

I got a call from Kelly about a roadblock with some funding that Thrive was supposed to procure. The timeline is approaching, and I am at that nervous stage in the game right before it all comes together. Lyle should be getting back to me about some possible solutions, so I figure it’s time to raid the emergency rations. The first week I was here I found two packages of Oreos in the kitchenette. I haven’t had any yet but today is the day.

I enter the room and go straight to the dry goods cupboard where I find crackers, rice cakes, and even Twinkies but no Oreos. Damn. I knew I should have stashed some away! Someone else must have had the same idea because when I look up, I can see the packages on the very top shelf. I can’t reach them. I look around and I see a step stool and drag it over. Even from the top step, stretched out as much as I can, I still can’t reach them. Why am I so damn short?!

A sensation of being watched comes over me and I break out in goosebumps. The scent of sandalwood teases my senses and there is no reason to look to see who has entered the room. The heat radiating from his body, warms my back and my outstretched arm as his corded arm reaches the top shelf with ease. The package is presented to me, but the body heat remains against my side. My heart is pounding and a blush, so hot I am close to breaking a sweat, spreads across my face and chest.

Trying to step down from the top step, I lose my balance for a moment and that same corded arm wraps around me to keep me from falling. I slowly step down but it’s hard with an arm still around my waist. My back to his front, he bends down so we are almost cheek to cheek. Snap. I take a deep breath and let my body lead rather than my head.

I lean back into Wolf, and I notice the rhythm of his breathing has changed. His erection presses against my ass and it’s empowering to know that I am the cause. I wiggle my ass slightly from side to side and then lean the back of my head against his chest. “Stop,” he says barely above a whisper.

I whip around in his arms before he could stop me and look up at him. As he stares back at me, I watch the brown flecks in his eyes dance around. If he wasn’t holding me, I wouldn’t notice but there is a slight tremor, almost like he is resisting or fighting to do or not to do something. I am not sure which, but I push the boundary he has already crossed. Fair is fair, right? I stretch up on my tiptoes and trace the sharp edge of his jawline with my tongue. A low growl vibrates through his chest and escapes his lips. Perfect.