Fate by Abby Brooks

Author:Abby Brooks [Brooks, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Bird Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Garrett

The scent of coconut pulls me from sleep. My eyes blink open, then fall shut again. There’s warmth and softness curled against me. I wrap my arms tighter around her and pull her close…

Oh, shit.

I lift my head to find Angela curled into me, one arm thrown over my chest, a leg tossed over mine. Her hair fans over my shoulder and I’m holding her ass like it was made for me. I drop my hand, then try to ease out from underneath her, but she moans, somehow managing to roll even closer. Fucking hell, it’s like she wants to be on top of me.

The thought sends an explosion of images through my mind. Her, riding my cock. Breasts bouncing. Head tossed back. Lips parted. Chest heaving.

My dick swells against her thigh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is not good.

Angela mumbles something, shifting even closer, then freezes. Her eyes spring open. Her head lifts. She meets my gaze with a look of shock slackening her jaw. “I am so sorry.” She pulls away, her thigh crushing my cock and her eyes go even wider. “Oh my God. Yep. Super sorry.” She scoots as far away as humanly possible, sits up, and swings her legs off the bed.

“Nothing to apologize for. Just, you know, it happens in the morning.”

“Right. Yeah.” She glances over her shoulder. “Morning wood. Everyone knows about that. Totally, one hundred percent natural and normal.”

Her jaw drops. She slaps a hand over her face, laughing as she shakes her head. “Yep. I just said that. Welcome to first thing in the morning with a filter-less Angela Hutton.”

We spend the next hour pretending she didn’t accidentally squeeze my dick with her thigh. Rinsing our paper cups to reuse for coffee. Moving around the small space, careful not to touch. Or stand too close. Or hold eye contact too long. You’d think we’d been caught having sex in the boardroom and were trying to pretend no one saw.

“What are your plans for today?” I ask as I come out of the bathroom, making space for her to use the mirror and brush her teeth. A whisper of coconut breezes by as she passes and fuck if I don’t pause to breathe it in.

“My flight leaves at two.” She leans against the door and scrubs her face. “I was gonna sleep in and fly home. Now, you know, I’ll skip the sleeping in part because it’s early and we’re awake.”

I press my lips together and bob my head. I had the same plan but now, after sharing a room with her, I don’t want to follow it. The thought of going back to our respective corners of the world just doesn’t do it for me. But she does.

She really fucking does it for me.

And what does that mean about the deal? About work? Angela is not just the daughter of a client; she is a client.

My gaze wanders her face, lingering on luscious lips, clear blue eyes, and I come to a decision I didn’t know I was making.

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