“So it would be for Moon Wish?”
“Yes. Meaning you could live anywhere in the world you wanted and still do the job.”
“Wow. That would be amazing. Why don’t you do it?”
“I’m doing it right now and it’s too much with everything that goes on here. Not only are we a working vineyard, we have a restaurant, a wine tasting room, and a store. And we host about ten events a week.” She gives me a hug. “I’ll get out of your hair and let you get to work. Text me if you need anything or if you hear from Riley.”
“I will,” I say, grabbing my phone and holding it up.
The second she leaves the room, I check to see if I have a message from Riley.
I don’t.
Captive Films — Santa Monica
VANESSA
After Keatyn dismisses us, I march down to Dawson’s office. He’s slowly following behind me.
Once inside his office, he slides closer. “That kiss in the board room was hot.”
“You smell like Vegas; a mixture of alcohol, stale cigars, and puke. You need a shower.”
He gives me a naughty grin, puts his nose next to my neck and sniffs me. “You smell too. I think you need to shower with me.”
“I smell like expensive perfume. And, in case you didn’t notice, we’re in the middle of a crisis, Dawson. I don’t have time for a shower. I have to be back in the boardroom shortly.”
He runs his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll shower. You watch.”
“I’m not going to stay here and watch you shower,” I say, as I sit myself on an ottoman that happens to have a perfect view of the all glass shower. “We have way too much to do.”
He starts stripping off his clothes and I forget all about work.
He smirks at me, knowing I can’t take my eyes off his gorgeous body. When he slowly walks past me, naked, just to put his dirty clothes in the laundry bag, I know he’s messing with me.
“I am, however, going to stay here and give you updates while you shower. That will be a good use of our time.”
He gives me a nod, steps into the shower, then turns on the water and leans back, letting the water rush over his face.
I try to focus on my phone, which keeps vibrating with emails. “They’ve secured a location for the—” Dawson squeezes soap into his hand and lathers it all over himself, his hand sliding down washboard abs and then further down between his legs. I bite my lip. “—Purity Party. Guess where it’s going to be at?”
“Where?”
“An old church that is now an event space.”
“That fits the theme,” he says, turning to face me and giving me a full view of—everything. “Who thought of that?”
“Tyler, actually. He went to a party there last year.”
“He seems like he runs the place,” Dawson laughs.
“He pretty much does. Even though his official title is executive assistant, everyone here knows the pecking order is Keatyn, Riley, Dallas, and then Tyler.”
“He’s interviewing assistants for me,” he says, his arm muscles flexing as he lathers up his hair. When he leans back to rinse out the shampoo, his hips jut forward, giving me a clear view of his dick.
I lower my head and close my eyes. I need to focus on work or I’m going to be stripping off my clothes and joining him.
The sound of the shower being turned off makes me look up.
Dawson is drying off.
I touch my suit pocket, knowing I’ve been waiting for the right moment all morning.
He steps out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.
I stand up and quickly close the gap between us, my lips meeting his forcefully. He sets me on the bathroom counter, pushes up my skirt, and pulls off my underwear as I slip my hand under the towel and stroke him.
He’s completely hard and ready.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom. “Put this on,” I say into his lips. “So it won’t be messy.”
I can feel his grin against my lips before he shoves his tongue deeper into my mouth, practically devouring me. I hear paper tear and then he’s inside me.
Filling the need that has been burning since I studied the photos and realized he didn’t sleep with anyone.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hanging on tightly as I thrust against him with equal force.
My orgasm is sudden and practically explosive. I pull him in tighter and call out his name while he continues to slam me against the counter until he comes. His ability to make me feel nearly animalistic still delights and shocks me.
And as hot as it is, all the emotions I feel for him are still there, quite possibly burning brighter than before.
Because, now, I know I can trust him.
Captive Films — Santa Monica
DAWSON
“It’s nearly six,” I tell Vanessa, who is still tapping away on her computer. “We’ve been working non-stop. It’s time for a break.” I move behind her and start massaging her neck.
“Oh, wow. That feels amazing,” she purrs. “So, let's talk about Vegas.”