He looks over at Iris for help and she shrugs. “He’s the boss.”
Forget kissing her. I could fuck her for standing by me instead of Cal on something like this.
“I don’t like you two ganging up on me.” He rolls his eyes.
She gives his hand a pat. “It’s in your best interest. You hate business talk anyway.”
He sighs. “You’re right. Still fucked up though when you’re my best friend.”
“And he’s my husband. Don’t make me choose between you two.”
My world seems to tilt as she says the words. The weight behind them nearly knocks me on my ass, and I grip onto the handles of my chair in a chokehold.
“You two in love is disgusting.” Cal’s lip curls.
She laughs. “No one said anything about love.”
The way she laughs his statement off feels like someone pierced my chest with a serrated knife. My chest burns equally strong as my gut churns.
Give her time to come around.
I’ve seen the way she looks at me. There is no way she doesn’t love me, even if she hasn’t processed it yet.
“There’s a chance he might not even say yes,” I grumble underneath my breath. I’m almost hoping that’s the case if only to avoid visiting Dreamland.
“After all this time, you still doubt me?” Iris actually looks somewhat hurt by the idea.
“It’s not you that I’m worried about,” I amend. It’s everything that going to Dreamland will stir up for me.
“Leave it to me.”
Iris drops a stack of papers on my desk. “Here.”
“What’s that?”
“Next week’s travel itinerary. I already went ahead and cleared your calendar, that way we have enough time to get acclimated to Dreamland before Yakura visits.”
Holy shit. She fucking did it.
Did you really doubt her in the first place?
No. Of course not. Although I doubted the damage my father did and how Iris would overcome such a challenge.
I grab the stack of papers and flip through them. The first packet includes information about our pilot and our Dreamland schedule, from a park walkthrough with Rowan and Zahra to meetings with the different creative teams on the property. She even secured a private office for me to work out of.
I scan the next packet which includes everything on Yakura. From all his preferences to an entire family tree, there isn’t a single stone Iris left unturned. “Please tell me you went about this plan the legal way.”
“That depends on if you consider it illegal to hijack Yakura’s travel plans to the Grand Canyon and pay someone to ground his plane in Florida.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You didn’t.”
She laughs, and it does something strange to my heart rate.
“Of course I didn’t! Although I’m flattered you think I could pull off such a stunt.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you to accomplish anything you put your mind to.”
Her smile wavers. “Don’t go saying sweet things to me at work.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to do something inappropriate.”
I lean back in my chair and throw her papers on the desk. “Like what?”
She wags her finger. “Nope. I’m off-limits during business hours.”
Blood works its way straight to my dick. “We could call in sick.”
What the hell are you doing by suggesting both of you should skip work?
She laughs. “It’s the middle of a workday, and you have a meeting with the head of park development in ten minutes.”
I check the time on my computer. “Clock is ticking then.” I press the automatic lock button underneath my desk, and the clicking sound makes her brows rise.
“What are you—”
I latch onto her hand and pull her straight onto my lap.
“You’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
“Then I hope I never find it again.” I slam my lips against hers, silencing any protests. An electric feeling sparks across my skin as she kisses me back with enough intensity to make my head spin. Kissing her feels like I cheated my way into Heaven, and I plan on soaking up every second of it.
We break apart as she straddles my lap. My head drops back against the chair as she presses herself against my cock, swiveling her hips in a way that drives me wild with want. I grip onto her hips with a chokehold to keep her pressed against me. She kisses her way down the curve of my neck before sucking on the spot that makes my hips buck forward.
A wet spot gathers in front of my pants from the way she rocks back and forth against my stiff cock. I’m mindless as I push her up and down, switching directions and making her moan as she grinds into me from a different angle.
The shrill ringtone of her phone threatens to kill the moment. She pulls away, but I don’t release her hips from my grasp.
“I have to get that.” Her husky voice sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“Let it go to voicemail.” I grip her chin and pull her mouth back toward mine.
She turns her head at the last second, giving me her cheek. “It could be important.”
“Not nearly as much as this.” I help her onto her feet before turning her toward my desk. “Bend over and put your hands on the desk.” I press my palm into the small of her back and push.
She must sense my self-control wavering because she does what I say without asking any questions. Her palms flatten against the wood as she leans forward, making the hem of her dress lift to an enticing height. Her sharp inhale fills the silence as I run the tips of my fingers up the back of her thighs. I lift her dress, revealing the globes of her ass.
“Did you wear this for me?” My dick is rock hard underneath my slacks as I play with the lacy strap of Iris’s green thong. If it wasn’t my favorite color before, it sure as hell is now.
She turns her head so she can properly glare at me over her shoulder.
“Your narcissism is showing again.”
“How so?”
“Green is my favorite color.”
“Since when?”
“Since way before you adopted it as yours.” Her laugh feels like being basked in sunlight.
I shake my head and regain control over the situation. “You know what I think?”
“Feel free to keep it to yourself.”
Iris sucks in a breath as I drag my fingers up and down her thighs.
“I think you hoped something like this would happen.”
Her eyes are two glittering orbs of brown. “Quite the assumption on your part.”
“So you don’t want this?” I tease the damp triangle of material before retreating, and she stares at me with a look of murder in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
I chuckle as I grab onto the strap of her thong and drag it down her legs.
She lifts each foot for me, and I bend down to retrieve it.
Her brow arches as she looks over at me pocketing her thong. “I never pegged you as the souvenir type.”
“Why would I need a souvenir when I can have you any time I want?” I nudge her legs apart one at a time. She bites down on her lip to stifle her moan as I drag my index finger across her slit, collecting her arousal. My heart pounds in my ears, growing louder with each second that passes. I sink a finger into her only to withdraw it a second later, making her hiss.
She pushes her ass out. “Please.”