Just him

Lilly

Talking on the phone with my boss was a completely different experience than talking to him in the office. It was like flirting with a man.

Not my boss. Not an intimidating billionaire. Not a controlling, obsessive man.

It was just him.

His soft chuckle over the phone had me smiling with happiness. The only other people on this planet that made me melt with their happiness were my children.

“What are you wearing?” I asked, ignoring all the things he made me feel. I was in so damn deep with this man, there would be no getting over him.

“I’m still in the same suit you saw me in earlier,” he purred. I could picture him, sitting in the back seat comfortably, his legs spread. If he was in his limo, maybe his partition was closed, and he stroked himself.

I started fanning myself with my hand. Just the thought of his big hand over his length had me nursing flames and heat pooling in my lower belly.

“Are- are you,” I cleared my throat, my voice breathy, “... are you in a limo with a par