She nods. “I have no idea for how long because I don’t know when I started but—”

I cut off her babble and spring into action, my cock primed and ready. Tossing the wrench aside, I grab her hand and pull her along behind me.

Her soft giggle mixes with the clang of metal as she struggles to keep up with my brisk strides.

We ignore the stunned stares of those we pass, leaving Mitch’s jaw practically on the floor as we enter my office.

The moment the door slams shut, we reach for each other, our movements perfectly synchronized by the pull that’s constantly between us.

Our mouths align in a fury of heat, righting the entire fucking world in one second.

“I can’t be long,” she breathes against my lips. “I have a customer coming in for a wedding flower consultation in half an hour.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it quick.” I set that promise in motion by sweeping her off her feet.

Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I press her against the wall, urgency driving my hands under her dress, where I encounter her bare, heated skin and no underwear.

A deep growl escapes my chest at the unexpected surprise.

“I took them off to save us time,” she explains, her voice a seductive whisper.

“You’re so fucking smart, Elle,” I murmur, fumbling with my belt.

She laughs a soft, breathless sound that transforms into a sexy whimper when I slide my bare cock between her slick heat, testing her readiness.

“So, fucking wet already,” I groan. “You been thinking about me, baby?”

“Yes, especially after last night,” she says, recalling how I bent her over the kitchen table. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all morning. I really want to do it like that again.”

I chuckle, always appreciating how honest she is. “We will when we have more time. Right now, I’m going to make this quick, but I promise it’s going to be so fucking good …” My words trail off as I plunge into her with one smooth thrust.

Our gasps and groans fill the room as our bodies come together as one, just as they’re meant to be. The connection is a symphony that leaves my head spinning and my heart changed forever.

It’s always like this. Every. Single. Time.

Keeping my word, I don’t waste a single second and claim her body with reckless abandon, fucking her hard and fast.

Her head falls back against the wall, a liberating smile gracing her pretty face as she surrenders to my every thrust. It’s pleasure in its rawest and purest form.

“God, Gunnar,” she moans. “I’m so close already.”

The confession triggers something primal within me, fueling my efforts. “Then do it,” I growl. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.” Adjusting my angle, I fuck her harder and faster, aiming for that sweet spot and it propels her into divine ecstasy.

I silence her cry with my mouth, not wanting the others to hear a sound that’s meant for my ears only. Though, I have a feeling it’s a little late for that.

Her body shudders with the intensity of her climax, sucking me into its hot depths and it brings my own release.

I groan against her lips as ecstasy sears through my veins, leaving me completely spent.

My head drops to her shoulder as we both search for reality.

Each breath we take is ragged, the air thick with the intoxicating scent of sex and something more … something deeper.

Something undeniably and instinctively us.

“Sorry I interrupted your workday,” she murmurs, her voice a gentle whisper against the silence.

Lifting my head, I find her cheeks flushed with unabashed satisfaction and feel a surge of pride. “No need to apologize, Elle. Your pussy is always worth the interruption.”

She laughs, giving me the reaction I hoped for.

Lifting a hand to her face, I trace her lips. “And so is your smile.”

I’m rewarded with that very smile, a radiant expression that rights my entire world.

I’m just about to taste those tempting lips when the alarm from her cell phone goes off, breaking the moment.

Her eyes flare with panic. “Crap! That’s me. Gotta go.” She pushes against my chest, prompting me to set her down.

Reluctantly, I stuff myself back into my pants as she races over to her bag to silence her phone. She grabs her panties from inside, slipping them on in a haste before straightening her dress.

“Sorry to cut and run,” she utters out in a rush. “I promise to make it up to you.”

I don’t even get the chance to respond before she slings her bag over her shoulder and dashes out of my office.

Amused, I stroll to the door and lean against the frame, watching as she scurries toward the exit.

As if feeling my gaze on her, she glances over her shoulder, locking eyes with me and comes to a stop.

In a sudden move, she turns and runs back over, launching herself into my arms.

I catch her effortlessly as she plants one hell of a kiss on me, uncaring of all the eyes on us.

Afterward, she pulls back and flashes me a smile that could knock any man on his ass.

“See ya tonight.”

With those final words, she jumps out of my arms and races out of my shop, leaving me with a stupid grin plastered on my face.

“Guess I’m not the only one getting laid.”

James’ remark breaks through my reverie. Looking over, I find the young apprentice smirking in amusement while Mitch and Gavin gape at me in complete and utter shock.

“What the hell are you all gawking at?” I snap, but it lacks heat. “Get back to work.”

They follow the order, chuckling amongst themselves, but their amusement doesn’t faze me in the least. Not when I can still feel Elle’s tight heat pulsing around me, knowing I’ll get to end my day the same way.