Page 606 of Summer Heat
Meanwhile, my cell keeps ringing.
At the sound of the shower starting, I’m now well and truly torn.
Take the call or take the girl?
I hate doing it, but I answer the call and head to my den on the other side of the loft to boot up my computer. The China deal is a hugely lucrative one, and one that’s going to involve a lot more travel on my part over the next year, unfortunately.
I hate the thought of that. Of being away from Summer so much.
Even now, just knowing she’s showering without me, I’m irritable as hell talking to my foreign investors. But the deal is one we’ve worked long and hard for.
Speaking of long and hard…
I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve had even a semi hard-on in my office den. I don’t think I’ll be repeating the experience.
Already in the last few minutes, I’ve had to reach down to pick up the wireless mouse four times, since I keep inadvertently batting it off my desk with my dick.
I hear a thoroughly amused chuckle from out in the hall and turn to see Summer peeking in, wrapped only in a towel.
The mouse falls down to the floor again.
She waves and I can’t tell if she’s saying hi or goodbye. The mere thought that it could be the latter makes me stalk after her. “Gentlemen,” I say into my cell phone. “Something just came up.”
No pun intended. “Email me what you have so far and I’ll review it and set up a formal phone conference for tomorrow.” I don’t bother to hear their response before I cut the phone call.
When I walk out, sure enough, I see Summer heading over to the front door in nothing but that towel.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my place,” she answers, grabbing her bag as well. “Would it be okay for me to hang onto this towel? I’ll wash it and return it tomorrow.”
“You can’t go down the fire escape stairwell in only a towel.”
“It’ll be fine,” she argues, looking down at it. “It looks like a strapless white dress. The security guys won’t know.”
Oh, they’ll know. And then I’ll have to fire them all.
“Why are you even going back to your place at all? Just crash here. We can have breakfast in a few hours. I make great eggs.”
She gives me an unsure look. “But…I’m wide awake already. And you probably want to get some sleep.” She blushes. “I’m sorry about waking you up earlier.”
“I’m not.” And that’s the truth. Having Summer wake me up is actually becoming somewhat of a treat for me. One I can’t ever predict or plan for. And one I enjoy all the more immensely as a result.
“Come on back to bed with me,” I say. “There’s a TV in there. I have just about every channel so you can watch something while I sleep.”
“Or,” I add ever so magnanimously, “we could both not sleep and do something else.”
“Like what?” she asks shyly.
I reach her in three strides and pick her up to carry her back to the bedroom.
All the while, she continues to try and dissuade me. “Are you sure? I know how tired you are. It’s already so late. If I leave now, you can still get a few good hours of sleep in.”
“Stop talking about leaving, Summer. It’s fucking with my head.” I gently let her down so she’s kneeling on the bed. Facing away from me. With one hand on her back, I murmur into her ear roughly, “Elbows down.”
When she complies without a word, I feel myself losing control faster. “Wider. Slide your knees out wider.” I flex my fingers into the rounded cheeks of her perfect ass now right in front of my face.
I know I sound like a caveman right now, but I can’t help it. I didn’t like the thought of her leaving. Not one fucking bit.
