Under His Obsession - A Steamy Workplace Romance - Cathryn Fox Page 0,58

for me and I’m currently in bed with him? If so, does that mean when I tell him my findings, he won’t run back to Naomi?

He inches back and places a hand on my cheek, and his heat seeps below my skin, wraps around my trembling heart. His hips rock, rotate, his pelvis stimulating my aching clit, his eyes moving over my face. But there is something in that gaze, something that I’ve never seen before.

“Will,” I say as I hold on to him harder, afraid if I loosen my grip, I’ll tumble into the unknown and never be able to find my way back...from loving him. My flesh ignites, pleasure pinpoints between my legs, and all the air leaves my lungs as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had tornadoes through me. I gasp, clench around him and scratch at his back. His mumbled curses whirl around me, the room fading to black. Wetness coats him as he continues pulsing in and out.

“I feel you,” he murmurs. He pumps into me, slow movements that prolong the pleasure and bring on another orgasm. My inner walls quiver, pull him in deeper, until he’s touching me on a whole different level.

“Oh my God!” I cry.

“Khloe, look at me.”

I crack my lids open, and our eyes meet and lock. His nostrils flare, and with the utmost tenderness, he cups my face in his big warm palm. That’s when I understand why he wanted this position. He wanted to see my face, my expression. He wanted to see me, and he wanted me to see him as we tumbled over the edge together. As I stare at him, I struggle to breathe, to understand the true depths of what is happening between us. He lets out a loud growl and pulsates inside me. My lids feel heavy, but I don’t dare blink or close them. I want to remember this moment, to memorize every curve of his face. But a second later, the vision before me is gone, and he’s collapsing over my boneless body.

I link my fingers together behind his back, and catching me by surprise, his mouth is on mine again. His kisses are so slow, so achingly tender tears prick my eyes, and I squeeze my lids together to fight them back.

“This...” he begins, and lifts his head, his eyes searching my face. “This was everything,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I say, and he’s kissing me again. A long time later, he rolls off me and pulls me to him. I snuggle into his warmth, breathe in his familiar scent, never wanting to break this moment between us. I trace his nipple, and his body quivers. His hand closes over mine, and he brings my fingers to his mouth, kissing them one by one.

I close my eyes and bask in the euphoria of post-orgasm bliss. My heart slows and sleep pulls at me, until something Bevey said jumps to the forefront of my mind.

“Will,” I say sleepily.

“Yeah.” His voice is as groggy as mine.

“Do you make all your assistants wear French maid outfits?”

“What are you talking about?”

My head clears a little more as my heart beats faster. “I’m talking about all the outfits in the closet when I arrived.”

“Khloe, baby. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

My mind races back to my meeting with James. What the hell is going on? If Will doesn’t make his assistants wear the sexy outfits, who does? Surely to God, a ninety-year-old man couldn’t be behind this.

You’re perfect for Will.

“You said you thought your grandfather set Tate and Summer up, right?” I ask.

“Yeah, I think so,” he says, his voice fading. He shifts in the bed until we’re facing each other, and from the strange way he’s looking at me, it’s easy to tell he has something other than James and Tate on his mind.

He cups my face. “Khloe...”

Just then my stupid phone rings, and Will stiffens.

“Ignore it,” I say, dying to know what it was he was about to say to me.

“It’s been going off for a while. Whoever is trying to get a hold of you is not going to stop anytime soon. We’ll talk after you answer it.”

Before I can stop him, he’s out of the bed and fishing the phone from the back pocket of my shorts. His gaze lazily goes to the screen as he’s about to hand it to me, but then he goes still...too still. His mellow expression changes, his features morphing from confusion to anger, and in