The Rivals - Vi Keeland Page 0,73

a hand around my waist and cupped between my legs, bunching the fabric of my skirt into his hand. “Tell me you’re wet for me.”

I was getting there, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “You want me to do your job? Isn’t it enough that I’ve been covering for you for two days?”

He chuckled. “I’m about to make it up to you.”

Weston pushed my skirt and panties aside and stroked up and down once before pushing two fingers inside me. It took me less than three minutes to come on his hand, and ten seconds later I was bent over the desk as he pushed inside me. The second time I came, we shook the desk so hard the flowers tumbled to the floor. Weston said my name over and over again as he emptied himself inside of me. It was fast and furious, but just as physically satisfying as if it had been long and tender.

He leaned over my back as he attempted to catch his breath. “Thank you,” he said.

“I should be the one thanking you. You did most of the work.”

Weston pulled out and turned me around to face him. He pushed the hair off my face. “I wasn’t talking about the orgasm. I was talking about what you said earlier.”

I grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and nodded. “There’s no reason to thank me for that. It was the truth. Your struggles with alcohol don’t have to define you. We all get knocked down at one point or another in our life. But you stood taller when you got back up. You should be proud of that.”

He looked down for a while before his eyes returned to mine. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

We’d had dinner together quite a few times over the last few weeks. “Okay…”

“I don’t mean dinner at the restaurant downstairs while we discuss business, or you eating with me because I’m blackmailing you to share a meal. I want a date—a real date.”

I smiled. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

“Let’s not get carried away and call it nice. It’s still going to end with my cock inside of you.”

I laughed. “I expect nothing less.”

Unfortunately, I still had a million things to do tonight, things that needed to get done by the morning for the valuation team. So I pressed my lips to his and said, “I need to get going now. I have a lot of work to do tonight.”

Weston didn’t hide his pout. I straightened my clothing and gave him one last quick kiss. At the door, I looked back.

“Oh, by the way, I threw out the roses the day they came, and I’m not allergic to dahlias. You know my room number, so clean up that mess and go get me some new ones.”

Chapter 20

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Sophia

The next day, the deliveries just kept coming and coming. They started at 10AM, and by two in the afternoon, I had four enormous arrangements of dahlias. Each was a different vibrant color, and each from a different florist.

Weston had been in the conference room with his team all day, so I hadn’t even had a chance to thank him for the first delivery when he popped his head into my office. I was on the phone and held up a finger, motioning him to come in as I finished my conversation with my father.

“Yes, I’m doing that,” I said. “They know our deadline, and I’m on top of them.”

Weston shut the door behind him and made sure he had my attention as he reached back and twisted the lock. Meanwhile, my father was busy interrogating me about every decision I’d made here at the hotel and the laundry list of things I still had left to do. But his words started to fade away as I watched the man with the devilish smirk walk toward me.

Weston Lockwood was positively sinful. He had a jawline that would make a sculptor weep and eyes that were perpetually undressing me. But it was his crooked, dirty smile that always did me in. He walked behind my desk, leaned his ass against it, and casually started to take off his tie.

“And what about those open lawsuits?” my father snapped. “Has Charles gotten back to you about the potential exposure we have there?”

Weston tugged the tie from his neck and wrapped the ends around his fists.

“Uhhh… Yeah. He sent me an opinion on the slip and fall, but I’m still waiting for his review of the other