Stroking a finger across his chin, he stares at me with contemplation. “I can see merit to this idea.”
“It’s a fantastic idea. Come on, law boy. Let’s beat feat.”
Slapping his palms on his desk, Matt stands from his chair, looking almost like a child that’s been told he can go out and play.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“What?”
“Go for a short walk midday. Taken a moment just for yourself.”
Matt gives me a sheepish grin and shrugs his shoulders. “I guess not. It feels kind of wicked.”
Laughing, I start for the door. “I haven’t even begun to show you the ways you can be wicked during a workday.”
I’m brought to an abrupt halt as Matt reaches out and wraps his hand around my wrist. I turn toward him, looking at him in question. He gets this sexy little grin on his face and pulls me slowly back his way, until I’m mashed up against his body. Inhaling, I appreciate the woodsy-citrus smell of his body wash. He never wears cologne, and I love that fresh smell he always seems to have.
Pushing his fingers through my hair to the back of my head, he grips me and pulls me closer. His lips are so soft when his mouth touches against mine. It’s a kiss of gratitude, hope, and happiness.
But Matt still has sexy down to a science because as he pulls back, he says, “Are you ready to get fucked tonight?”
Oh God, the man can cause my body to shudder violently with just a few words, and he looks triumphant as he feels the tremors rumble through me.
He smiles at me like he just won an Olympic gold medal. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I open my mouth to tell him yes when his office door flies open. We both hear it at the same time and jump apart like we’ve been zapped with an electrical current.
Spinning around, Bill Crown stands there, looking between Matt and me with a look of shock on his face. He closes the door and steps back against it, giving us a grave look. My heart is racing a million miles an hour because I got my proverbial hand caught in the Connover Cookie Jar.
Sneaking a glance at Matt, he has a light smile on his face as he faces off against Bill.
Turning back to Bill, I steel myself, getting ready to absorb the tongue lashing I know will be coming.
Instead, the serious look vanishes and a wide grin spreads across his face. “I knew it,” he says triumphantly. “I knew there was something going on between you two.”
Matt starts laughing and slips an arm around my waist. “I was going to tell you, but truth be told, it really wasn’t until this week that I was sure it was going to work.”
I look wildly between the two men, not really understanding half of what’s going on. Matt is my boss… he should not be within five feet of me in an intimate nature. Bill, as his business partner, should be pissed about this.
Yet, he looks almost giddy.
“I don’t get it,” I say dumbly, pulling slightly away from Matt because I still feel like he’s forbidden fruit. “Aren’t you mad?”
Bill chuckles. I note that when he smiles, he looks about ten years younger. I always thought Bill looked haggard and worn out, and I’m wondering if it’s because he’s generally unhappy. But now… he’s looking at Matt like he wants to shake his hand and slap his back.
“I’m thrilled for Matt, actually,” Bill says. “He’s been single far too long, and he’s a great guy. He deserves happiness. But… obviously, this should stay secret. I’d suggest keeping your make-out sessions to a minimum.”
“Point taken,” Matt agrees. “I assume whatever you came in for can wait? I have a short walk I need to take with my girl. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Bill is still grinning when we leave Matt’s office.
This is huge. I mean, really big—and I’m not talking about Matt’s package. Although, that is really big, too.