Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Hannah stops on the other side of the desk from me. “I brought those files you wanted.”

She holds up another plain folder, and with her back to the door, holding one corner with two fingers, she lets the folder flop open.

Nothing falls out.

But she’s written something inside.

You’re bad.

“Have a seat.” I grin at her as I stand. “You’re exactly right.” I talk in my normal volume as I cross to my door. “The expenses for last quarter were a little high, but that was to be expected with the merger.” I grip the door handle and casually push it shut. “I want to look closely at the next step.” As the door clicks shut, I depress the button in the center of the handle, locking it.

I turn back to face Hannah.

She’s sitting in the chair, angled so she can see me.

“That’s not where I want you to sit.”

Her chest rises with an inhale. “Maddox—”

I shake my head as I start toward her. “It’s Mr. Lovelace until I open that door. Now stand up.”

EIGHTY-SEVEN

HANNAH

My heart is racing.

I was almost certain he called me in here for sex, was prepared for it. But I should know better. I’m never prepared for Maddox.

My legs feel unsteady as I stand. “Where would you like me, Mr. Lovelace?”

A low sound comes out of his chest.

He looks how he always does in the office. Button-down shirt tucked into nice pants. No tie. Sleeves rolled up. But with the way he’s stalking toward me, he looks like someone else.

“On the desk, Miss Utley.” His command lacks volume, not intensity.

I back away from him until my butt bumps into the front edge of his desk.

A glance behind me shows that he’s already cleared off the surface.

Such a clever boy.

I reach my hands down to boost myself up, but I’m not fast enough for Maddox.

He hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me until I’m sitting on his desk.

The loose skirt of my dress allows me to spread my knees, and Maddox steps between my thighs.

“About those projections…” I whisper, well aware we need to be very quiet.

Maddox presses his hand to my chest, his warm palm against my flushed skin. “It’s gonna be a hard start.” He slides his hand up until he’s gently holding the front of my throat. “And we’ll have to stay under the radar.” His other hand starts at my knee, sliding up underneath my dress. “But, it’ll probably go quick.”

I lean forward. Just a little. But it’s enough to put a little pressure on my throat.

And I like it.

Maddox had been looking down at his hand under my dress, but the moan I tried to stifle must have vibrated against his palm, because his eyes snap up to mine.