Chapter 13

The house had gone quiet that afternoon. I had tried reading and finishing the book in my hand, but my mind kept wandering, always to him. I left the conservatory, having passed Mary once or twice as I strolled around the estate. Mary had confirmed to me that Mr. Scott had been holed up in his home office since morning, speaking to people through that shiny computer screen of his.

I couldn’t help it anymore. My chest felt heavy with the need to see him. So, I found myself standing outside his office door. The door loomed tall, a silent guard between him and me. My hand hesitated on the knob, but I forced myself to turn it slowly, easing it open.

The faint hum of a man’s voice drifted out. I slipped inside quietly. The room smelled of him. He sat behind his desk, posture relaxed yet commanding, a pair of glasses perched on his nose as he spoke to someone on his laptop screen. The voice belonged to another man, deep and professional, spilling through the computer’s speakers.

I didn’t interrupt. Instead, I slipped into one of the leather chairs near the corner, curling my legs beneath me. I didn’t think he noticed me at first. His eyes stayed trained on the screen, his response calm. But the longer I sat there, the more my heart hammered at just the sight of him.

I fantasized about getting on my knees and crawling under his desk, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his linen shorts, taking it out, and sucking it right there while he struggled to maintain his composure on the video chat. But I didn’t know if he’d like it or not, so I remained seated.

I studied the curve of his jaw, the way he tapped one finger against the desk when he was listening carefully.

He made me ache in ways I didn’t understand.

After a few minutes, the call ended. He shut the laptop gently, pulled his glasses off, and finally turned toward me. His brow lifted slightly, and the smallest smile tugged at his lips.

“Well,” he said, his voice softer now. “What do I owe this surprise to?”

I rose from my chair before I could overthink it, my feet carrying me toward him as though they had decided on their own. He leaned back in his chair, watching as I rounded the desk. Without hesitating, I slipped into his lap, straddling him.

The movement startled him, but only for a second. His hands instinctively came to rest against my waist, holding me there like he was afraid I might disappear.

“I came to check on you,” I said, my voice breathy though I tried to sound casual.

His smirk deepened. “Check on me? I didn’t realize I was in such dire need of care.”

I leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, you’re always working. I just thought maybe you’d forgotten you had a wife somewhere in the house.”

“Forgotten?” His voice dropped and was laced with amusement. “That’s impossible.”

Heat spread across my chest. I tilted my head, watching him. “How’s business today?”

“Busy,” he admitted, his thumb unconsciously stroking against my hip. “But manageable. It helps to have something... or someone... to look forward to when the day stretches too long.”

My lips parted slightly. He wasn’t even trying to sound flirty, but every word from him felt like it was sinking into me, pulling me deeper. I fiddled with the buttons of my mesh shirt, pretending to straighten them. Then, as though guided by impulse, I slipped one free and another.

His eyes flickered downward calmly before returning to mine. “Sabrina,” he warned gently, though his grip on my waist tightened almost imperceptibly.

I swallowed. “What?”

“You know what.”

I gave a small smile, trying to sound bold. “I’m just... getting comfortable.”

He shook his head slowly, though his smirk betrayed him. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to.”

His breath hitched faintly, though he masked it with a chuckle. “Do you always tease so mercilessly?”

“Only when I’m around you,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, silence filled the air between us. Then, with a gentleness that made my chest ache, he lifted one hand and cupped the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair.

“Come here,” he murmured.

I leaned in, and his lips met mine in a passionate, hot kiss. The kiss was soft at first, but it lasted longer the more it deepened. His other hand pressed against my lower back, guiding me closer, holding me as though he didn’t want to let go.

I melted into him, my fingers curling into his shirt, my body pressing into the warmth of his. His thumb stroked the curve of my spine in slow, deliberate motions that sent shivers racing through me. Just as the world around us was beginning to blur, a knock sounded against the door.

“Dad, I—” Ace’s voice cut through in a clear and unguarded way, until it abruptly stopped.

I tore my lips away, my head snapping toward the door. My stomach dropped. Ace stood there, framed in the doorway. His eyes widened, then hardened, his jaw tightening.

Mr. Scott, completely unaware of the storm that had just brewed, looked over calmly. “Ace. What is it?”

Ace blinked, his gaze flicking briefly to me before shifting back to his father. “I... uh, I just came to say the driver is back with the files you asked for.” His voice was steady. I felt it like a blade pressed against my skin.

“Good,” Mr. Scoot nodded. “You can bring them yourselves or send someone else to bring them. But not immediately... in a moment.”

Ace hesitated, his eyes locking with mine for a fraction of a second. His face betrayed nothing to his father, but I saw it. The tightness in his jaw.

“Sure,” he said at last, and then he was gone.

I sat frozen in place, my heart pounding.

But Mr. Scott, blissfully unaware, chuckled softly and turned his attention back to me. “Persistent interruption in this house,” he murmured. Then, before I could catch my breath, he tugged me back down. His lips found mine again.

His hand slid higher up my back this time, firm but very tender as he pressed me flush against him as though claiming me. His other hand spread across my waist, anchoring me to him. Every movement was deliberate yet restrained.

I lost myself in him again, even as my mind screamed with the memory of Ace’s eyes at the door.