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job. Wyatt was a man. A brilliant, driven, sometimes clueless, handsome man. And he was sending her messages.
She couldn’t refuse them. Job or not, she didn’t want to. She loved working with him and day or night, if he called, she would answer. So she opened the first email and read it with a kind of fascination that was almost sexual. Within ten minutes she was intrigued. Within a half hour, she was excited, her mind racing. Within an hour, her back ached, her bed was covered with papers and pads, and she was grinning.
Four hours later, she flopped back onto her bed with a cry. Then she sighed in blissful delight before a giggle burst free. Good God, that had been like an extended work orgasm!
She and Wyatt had an appointment with Bethany in an hour. Megan groaned as she looked at the time. She needed a shower and a printer. And a nap! But she was still too keyed up.
The night before had been incredible. Once it became clear that she and Wyatt were both awake—and working—at the same time, they had thrown ideas and spreadsheets back and forth for how to revitalize Miranda’s Place. Wave after wave of possibilities, plans, and numbers. Such numbers! Each email had fed on the next until she’d been breathless and her fingers had cramped from all the things she was typing. And now, well before the meeting with Bethany, they had a plan in place, multiple possible budgets, even a prospective re-launch date.
“Work orgasm” was her new urban slang phrase of the day. And she had lived it. Better yet, she had loved it. Especially since she was going to be the one to spearhead the renovations. But only if Bethany came on board.
And that would be decided in an hour.
Another email dinged into her box. From Wyatt. She smiled. It was like one last pulse of his orgasmic frenzy. She clicked it open and couldn’t stifle her laugh.
That was incredible. Quick! Send me the weather report and let’s close this deal! Holy shit, I need a shower!
She picked up her phone and texted her usual wake up call to him.
Good morning, Mr. Monroe. At nine a.m. today, we have an appointment with Bethany Clark, current owner of Miranda’s B&B. The weather appears to be clear today, mid-fifties.
She set down the phone then headed to the bathroom but was stopped short when her phone buzzed. It was a text message.
From now on, I order you to call me Wyatt. After last night, I think our relationship has risen to a whole new level.
Megan grinned. He was right. They’d reached a whole new working relationship. One that felt sexual but without any of the ethical constraints. A week ago, she hadn’t even dreamed that this type of relationship existed, much less thought of having it with Wyatt. But they did now. A partnership. A meeting of minds, if not bodies.
Her smile faded. This is great , she reminded herself. But apparently, her body was feeling left out of the equation.
No problem , she thought with a sigh. She was working on that too. She’d just finish her online profile tonight. Except that thought killed her happy mood. Sure, she wanted a whole life, one that included a husband someday. Kids, too. But her career was so exciting right now. And the idea of a man in her life—one who wasn’t Wyatt—had her cursing her biological clock. She didn’t want someone else. She wanted Wyatt with his hard body and his gentle hands. She wanted him covering her body in kisses as he slowly spread her legs and thrust inside. And she wanted those pornographic dreams with an intensity that hurt.
Why did she have to want the one man she couldn’t have? Not without risking everything she’d spent the last four years building.
Chapter Five
Something was wrong with Bethany. Wyatt wasn’t a man to normally notice such things—after all, he expected the woman to be somewhat distraught when selling majority stake in her business. Wild, sunken eyes and shaking hands were the norm, and he wouldn’t usually let it faze him.
But flush from the
She couldn’t refuse them. Job or not, she didn’t want to. She loved working with him and day or night, if he called, she would answer. So she opened the first email and read it with a kind of fascination that was almost sexual. Within ten minutes she was intrigued. Within a half hour, she was excited, her mind racing. Within an hour, her back ached, her bed was covered with papers and pads, and she was grinning.
Four hours later, she flopped back onto her bed with a cry. Then she sighed in blissful delight before a giggle burst free. Good God, that had been like an extended work orgasm!
She and Wyatt had an appointment with Bethany in an hour. Megan groaned as she looked at the time. She needed a shower and a printer. And a nap! But she was still too keyed up.
The night before had been incredible. Once it became clear that she and Wyatt were both awake—and working—at the same time, they had thrown ideas and spreadsheets back and forth for how to revitalize Miranda’s Place. Wave after wave of possibilities, plans, and numbers. Such numbers! Each email had fed on the next until she’d been breathless and her fingers had cramped from all the things she was typing. And now, well before the meeting with Bethany, they had a plan in place, multiple possible budgets, even a prospective re-launch date.
“Work orgasm” was her new urban slang phrase of the day. And she had lived it. Better yet, she had loved it. Especially since she was going to be the one to spearhead the renovations. But only if Bethany came on board.
And that would be decided in an hour.
Another email dinged into her box. From Wyatt. She smiled. It was like one last pulse of his orgasmic frenzy. She clicked it open and couldn’t stifle her laugh.
That was incredible. Quick! Send me the weather report and let’s close this deal! Holy shit, I need a shower!
She picked up her phone and texted her usual wake up call to him.
Good morning, Mr. Monroe. At nine a.m. today, we have an appointment with Bethany Clark, current owner of Miranda’s B&B. The weather appears to be clear today, mid-fifties.
She set down the phone then headed to the bathroom but was stopped short when her phone buzzed. It was a text message.
From now on, I order you to call me Wyatt. After last night, I think our relationship has risen to a whole new level.
Megan grinned. He was right. They’d reached a whole new working relationship. One that felt sexual but without any of the ethical constraints. A week ago, she hadn’t even dreamed that this type of relationship existed, much less thought of having it with Wyatt. But they did now. A partnership. A meeting of minds, if not bodies.
Her smile faded. This is great , she reminded herself. But apparently, her body was feeling left out of the equation.
No problem , she thought with a sigh. She was working on that too. She’d just finish her online profile tonight. Except that thought killed her happy mood. Sure, she wanted a whole life, one that included a husband someday. Kids, too. But her career was so exciting right now. And the idea of a man in her life—one who wasn’t Wyatt—had her cursing her biological clock. She didn’t want someone else. She wanted Wyatt with his hard body and his gentle hands. She wanted him covering her body in kisses as he slowly spread her legs and thrust inside. And she wanted those pornographic dreams with an intensity that hurt.
Why did she have to want the one man she couldn’t have? Not without risking everything she’d spent the last four years building.
Chapter Five
Something was wrong with Bethany. Wyatt wasn’t a man to normally notice such things—after all, he expected the woman to be somewhat distraught when selling majority stake in her business. Wild, sunken eyes and shaking hands were the norm, and he wouldn’t usually let it faze him.
But flush from the
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