Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Of course, my obsession with what happened between us wasn’t helping on a Monday morning in the middle of a meeting.
Dax and I sat in the guest bedroom of Jace’s townhouse, which he’d fashioned into an office space since they started living together. Dax’s business partner, Elliott, was on speakerphone as we discussed our different accounts and the business operations that needed to be tended to.
But all I could think about was a fantasy scenario in the Fearless Books warehouse, Sawyer pinning me against the wall, his arm around my neck as he drilled into my ass with the same intensity we’d experienced in his car. I imagined the way he’d make my ass clap, his hand over my mouth to keep me from calling out in pleasure—
“Carter!” Elliott’s voice came over the speakerphone, as though he’d already said my name a few times.
“Sorry, was just thinking about that stuff I need to get over to our accountant by next week.” It was a desperate attempt at a save, and managed to work, even though I could tell by Dax’s expression he was surprised by my remark.
I wasn’t easily distracted. Apparently, it was another of Sawyer Burke’s many talents.
I noticed a message pop up on my phone, and Sawyer’s name appeared on the screen.
Hey.
Hey?
Fitting for Sawyer, who was never one for many words. Although, after the make-out session, I figured I would have gotten a little more than that.
His name appeared on my screen again, this time as an incoming call.
Sawyer was calling me? The only times I’d been in touch with him was when I called him to make plans for that ski trip…and mainly because I figured calling would irritate the hell out of him.
Elliott was still talking, but I was singularly obsessed. “Oh, hey, guys, I have to take this real quick. You mind?”
“Go ahead,” Dax said. “I’ll keep you in the loop with the details around the Horase Spiers campaign.”
“Who the fuck could be that important right now?” Elliott asked.
I made up some BS about a vendor for one of the functions we were sponsoring, then slipped out of the office and answered in a whisper to keep Dax from overhearing me.
“Hey? That’s what I get from you? Hey?”
“Why are you whispering?”
I started down the stairs of Jace’s townhouse.
“Because I’m at work. We’re having our Monday morning meeting.”
“I didn’t interrupt it, did I? I can call back.”
“No, no, no.”
I just managed to get a chance to chat with him after what happened, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. As I reached the bottom of the steps, Mac, Jace’s Shar-Pei, sat up in his bed, looking at me as though he knew I was up to no good.
“I was thinking about texting more,” he continued, “but I figured I needed to call. Texting seemed a little too…impersonal…”
“…considering you had your teeth on my ass the other night?”
He snickered, which was a relief since I couldn’t imagine what he thought of me after that.
“Yes, that.”
“We were both drinking, and I guess things got out of control.” To the point where I hardly remembered how I’d ended up in the back seat of his car, wishing he’d show me how he could claim my hole.
“Out of control, but in a good way,” he clarified.
Again, I felt the tension in my body easing up as he offered me the assurance I needed that I hadn’t totally fucked up whatever the hell we’d been before that moment.
“Anyway,” Sawyer went on, “I’ve been working since that night, and I have the afternoon off, so if you are up for it, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a quick run in the park.”
“A run?”
“Yes?”
“Why the hell would you ask if I want to go on a run, of all things?”
“Why not?”
It felt like the best thing he could have asked. Not only did he not hate me—he still wanted to hang out with me.
“If you don’t like running…”
“No, it’s not that. I normally jog on the treadmill, but it’s cool enough now that it might be a good time for some nature, fresh air, hot company…” I teased, and he snickered.
We arranged to meet up in a few hours, and I returned to my meeting.
Fortunately, my workday went by quickly, and it wasn’t long before I found myself in Willow Brook Park, jogging alongside Sawyer. I’d, of course, selected the pants that fit my form best—a pair of blue, skin-tight scrub pants—and a matching headband that kept my hair from shifting into unattractive positions while we headed along our course. Meanwhile, Sawyer was in sweatpants and a hoodie, having apparently given a hell of a lot less thought to his ensemble.
I sped up a little ahead of him, checking over my shoulder to ensure that his gaze would shift where it needed to.