Chapter Seven

 

When the fog of lust cleared, I realized what I shouldn’t have done—mauled Natasha in the conference room. It had made perfect sense at the time, but that was the kind of shit thinking a hard dick could manage.

Still…The image of her looking up at me, mouth stuffed with my cock, was number one in my spank bank.

“Sorry,” I said as I helped her from the floor.

“Feel better?” she asked. Her hair was a mess, lips puffy and pink.

“Yes.”

“Good, because you owe me.”

I quirked my brow at her. Tit for tat with her. “Before or after dinner?”

She bit down on her lower lip, and that was when I caught the heaviness in her eyes and the flush of her cheeks. The sight was seductive, and made me want her more.

“Or right now?”

“You’re early,” she said, deflecting again, though I was certain it was to steer the conversation away from sex.

“You were at forty-two hours for the week before you even came in today.”

“Did you check my time?” she asked with a quirk of her brow.

“Of course,”