Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
Womanizer? Asshole? That wasn’t the type of man I wanted in Liam’s life. I wanted him to have someone he could look up to, and if what Felicity said about Nolan was true, then I wasn’t certain I wanted Liam to know who his father was.
Of course, I didn’t know which version of Nolan was real anymore-the man I’d met five years ago, or the man that Felicity worked for.
It was going to take some time to figure it out.
A knock on my door jerked me out of my spiraling thoughts and Nolan stood in front of me.
“Have you had a chance to look at the documents I sent you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I didn’t have time. I’m sorry, I-“
“Don’t be. Just get around to it when you have a chance, okay?” He grinned at me and God, it made me weak at the knees. He was a sex god, for lack of a better description. My eyes slid involuntarily to his lips, but I forced them back up.
His eyes were intense, and he grinned at me.
He took a step into my office, closer to me, and his cologne clung to his clothes. I breathed in the scent of him and my body responded with a softening, an opening. My breath caught in my throat.
“You just let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” Nolan said, coming to a stop right beside me.
I cleared my throat, forcing myself to be professional.
“I will, thank you. I think I should get to work, though.”
Nolan frowned slightly but his grin stayed in place, and the result made him look mischievous. And kissable.
Fuck.
“I’ll let you get to it, then,” Nolan said. He reached for me, touching his fingers to my elbow. It was a casual gesture, but it felt amazing. Electricity jolted through my body at his touch, and I swallowed hard. “I’ll see you around, Izzy. It’s good to have you here.”
“Thank you,” I said and my voice sounded surprisingly calm.
He turned and left the room. I sagged against my desk. Nolan’s cologne remained for a while after he left, and I struggled to concentrate. I sat behind my desk to go through the documents he’d sent me, but all I could think about was the way his touch had echoed through my body.
Boy, I was in trouble.
Nolan
It’d been a week and I’d been at the office every day. That had to be a new record for me. When I started this whole thing, I’d worked my fingers to the bone, but being the CEO of an established company had its perks. Not having to come in early-or not having to come in at all-was one I used as often as I could.
But this was different. It wasn’t that I was more dedicated to my company-although the company was everything to me-it was that I got to see her.
Carey.
Izzy, as everyone around the office had started to call her.
She was settling in well. She’d made a splash. They all liked her, and I knew why. She was the type of person people gravitated toward, with her positive attitude and her glow. She was nothing like me. I was serious and grumpy and I demanded excellence, which meant I couldn’t be friends with the people that worked for me. If I wanted to get to the top and stay there, I had to draw lines I couldn’t cross.
And I’d done that. I’d been fine doing it for the longest time.
But seeing her with the others, seeing her fit into the world I’d created with an elegant ease made me… well, it made me fucking hard. That was what it did.
Among other things-I envied her for being able to connect with others as easily as she did. I, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to make lasting connections.
But I wanted to fuck her. There, I admitted it. She was hot. Beautiful. Funny, kind, smart. And she cared about everyone around her.
And that made me want her as mine. So that she could pour some of that sunshine into my life, too. I wanted to be the center of her attention. There were times when she talked to the others, heads bowed together in deep discussion about the project, and I watched her with a pang of jealousy that that attention wasn’t aimed at me.
I thought back to that night in the coffee shop, when we’d sat together in much the same way, and it had been just the two of us wrapped in a bubble with a filmy wall so thin it had burst at the first light of dawn.
“Can I see you in my office?” I asked the next Monday after we’d had a big meeting with the whole crew.
I’d asked her questions in front of the others. I’d asked for her opinion, rather than facts. It had put her on the spot, and she’d blushed so beautifully, I’d wanted to suck on her lips and cup her cheeks. Then her breasts.
I loved watching her squirm, watching her stutter when I spoke to her. I was having fun turning her on. It was punishment for how much she was turning me on without even trying.
And I knew I was getting to her.
When she knocked on my door and stepped in, she looked nervous.
“You wanted to see me?” she asked.
I nodded. “Close the door.”
She closed it behind her, and I saw her throat moving as she swallowed.
I stood and walked around my desk so that I stood in front of her. Close.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, your work is fantastic.”
She let out a breath of relief. “I was afraid you hated what I came up with for the mock-ups. I don’t know what I’m doing, not with this. The others are helping me a lot, and-“
“Stop talking,” I interrupted her. “I wanted to see you.”
“See me about what?” she asked.