“I’m catching up on all my projects and making sure I’m up to date on all the things. I’m busy . . . ish.”

I smile, and her lips twist from trying to prevent her own smile. “Is that why you’ve had me drive like a loon to get you to work on time? Because you’re busy . . . ish? Because I can think of many ways to keep you very busy all the time.”

She laughs. “I’m sure you can.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Your current perks aren’t enough?”

Actually, no, they’re not. The perks should be constant, and until they are, I’ll never feel quite complete or content. “I’ll take everything you’re willing to give, Ava,” I say seriously, and she withdraws slightly. How much is she willing to give?

She doesn’t answer, and the rest of the journey is quiet until we pull off Piccadilly.

“Pull up around the corner,” she instructs, probably thinking she was lucky the day I literally picked her up and carried her out of the office. Has anyone asked her about that?

I zip into a space and turn in my seat to face her, taking her knee again. She’s instantly stiff. I’m not so soft myself. “What time’s your lunch?”

“One,” she says, a little high-pitched as I tilt my head, moving my touch up her leg. She leans back in the seat.

“I’ll be here at one then,” I whisper, stroking my way to between her thighs.

“Right here?”

“Yes, right here.”

“Jesse, stop,” she begs. Stop? Why ever would I do such a stupid thing?

“I can’t keep my hands off you, and you’re not going to stop me, are you?”

I move in and pull her lips to my mouth, humming as I work her over her trousers, getting a balance of pressure and friction just right, building her slowly, feeling her shift in her seat, her lips getting harder on mine.

“Let it go, Ava,” I order, increasing my strokes, nibbling her lip. “I want you in that office thinking of what I can do to you.”

She releases a suppressed yelp, her body going lax, and I kiss her through her orgasm, slowing my rubs.

“Better?” My mouth works from one side of her flushed face to the other, dotting kisses on my way.

“I can work in peace.”

“Well.” I chuckle. “I’m going home to think of you and sort this out.” My cock’s standing to attention. I can’t run with this. She leans across the car and drops a light kiss on my lips, a cheeky smile forming. I raise my eyebrows. Don’t tell me she’s going to offer?

“I could do that for you.” Her hand is in my shorts before I can blink and, naturally, I’m fucking delighted.