“Clay,” she gasps, letting her head fall back to her shoulders as I trail my lips down her neck to her collarbone.

“Right here.” I get her out of her coat and let it fall to the floor, then bite back a curse when her fingers slide under the edge of my jeans skimming the head of my cock that is begging to be released. The noise she makes when I cup her breast is one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life, and I can’t wait to hear it again.

“Oh god.” She pants and I duck my head and pull her breast into my mouth through the thin material of her top. “I—oh lord.” She gasps then within the blink of an eye she’s feet away from me looking dazed with her lips swollen and her eyes glassy. As her chest heaves, she looks around then she quickly rushes to grab her coat then across the room.

“Willow.”

“I have to go.” She grabs her bag off the floor by the door and I stalk after her as she swings the door open. Grabbing her bicep when she hits the button for the elevator, I swing her around to face me and the look of panic and tears in her eyes catch me by surprise and cause my gut to clench.

“Hey, what’s all this about?” I gentle my tone and watch her eyes slide closed.

“I can’t do this.” She tries to duck her head, but I capture her jaw.

“Will—”

“I don’t want this.” She cuts me off and I watch a single tear slide down her cheek before she pulls away from me and the elevator doors open. As she gets in, I stand there for a moment then get in with her. “Clay.”

“I’m just walking you to your car.” I press the button for the main floor, and we ride down in silence. When the doors open up, I make sure she makes it through the maze of shit all over the place then lead her down the sidewalk once we get outside.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as we reach her car, and she swings the door open.

I don’t know what the hell is going on inside her head, but it’s obvious that me pushing her right now won’t work in my favor, so I keep my mouth shut and then force myself to let her go as she gets in her car and drives off.

Chapter 9

Willow

YOU KNOW THOSE people who always say, “It could be worse”? Well, those people are all idiots. Not only am I questioning if I made a huge, gigantic, colossal mistake running away from Clay when he ruined me forever for any other man on this planet with one stupidly amazing kiss. I’m also pretty sure that kiss and me backing out of our deal set off a series of unfortunate events in my life to remind me on a daily basis just how idiotic I am and that it, in fact, can be worse.