I changed the subject to something mundane so I didn’t have to drive home with a hard-on, but it didn’t work. By the time we stepped through the front door of the house, my dick was a bar in my tailored suit pants.

Huey was sound asleep for his afternoon nap, and I was trying not to think of all the ways I could debauch Nova in the forty minutes before he’d wake.

Slow. I needed to go slow.

I looked at my watch. I should’ve been back at work. I had a video call with a construction company at four. Actually, maybe I’d call Tom and get him to push it back an hour. I’d be home late from work, but I wasn’t ready for the afternoon to be over. Besides, Tom would make the calls, because what was the point of a PA if they didn’t handle the tedious conversations for you?

Tom answered on the first ring. “Mayson and Cooper. This is Tom.”

“Hey, it’s me. Can you please—” Whatever words I was going to say cut off as Nova came back downstairs. She had undone the top four buttons of her sundress, and soft blue lingerie peeked out from the edges.

“Sir?” Tom’s voice called from the other end of the phone.

“Uh, cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up and threw my phone somewhere in the direction of the couch. I wanted to make her come to me, to take my normal route of being dominant in the bedroom. But I couldn’t. I wanted her too bad. I was a moth, and she was like the sun.

I ate up the distance between us. By the time she hit the bottom step, she was within reaching distance, so I gripped her hips and pulled her to me.

I didn’t ask permission to kiss her; I took it. My hands pressed to her spine, I pulled her close and kissed her until I couldn’t think of anything but the way her body was curling against mine. I picked her up, my hands under her ass, and strode to the couch. I wanted her on top of me. Under me. I wanted to bend her over the back of the couch until her screams were muffled by the expensive Italian leather.

First things first though, I wanted to taste her lips again. I fell back onto the couch, and she lifted her knees so she was straddling me. She kissed me back, now in control. I wanted to be sure this was what she wanted too. Given the way she was grinding down on my aching cock, she definitely wanted it too.

I pulled back, gasping in air. “This wasn’t my intention.”