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could she have gone so long without it?
    She hadn’t lied about needing to work. There were several appointments on her calendar she’d need to reschedule and at least five press releases that needed to be written for the week. Once she finished those tasks, she’d free up some more time for Sawyer. She couldn’t imagine why he wanted her available twenty-four hours a day, but she also couldn’t imagine anywhere she’d rather be than with him.
    It was dangerous.
    Thrilling.
    Wrong.
    Wrong had never felt so right.
    Sitting up, she smiled, noticing Sawyer had left her a fresh pair of jeans, panties, and blouse on the edge of the bed. He’d probably already ordered her an entire wardrobe.
    She twirled the La Perla underwear on her pinkie. Money might not buy happiness, but apparently it did manage to buy designer clothes on a Sunday before the mall even opened.
    Getting dressed, she thought about all the ways she could thank him for his generosity. Of course, none of them would result in her getting any work done this afternoon. She’d have to plan something for that evening.
    Maybe she could pick up a costume from the sex shop and play the clumsy maid to his stern hotel guest. She’d flash him as she bent to pick something up, and then oops—she’d knock a bottle onto the floor, so he’d have to punish her.
    He’d take her over his knee and spank her hard on her bottom until she learned her lesson. Until her skin was red and burning from his punishment. And then she’d retrieve the item she’d dropped earlier—a bottle of lube—and offer to let him fuck her ass. Or her tits. He loved to slide his cock between them and come all over her face.
    Now soaking between her thighs from the fantasy, she buttoned up her blouse and bounced out of the room, eager to tell Sawyer of her plans.
    Typing on his laptop, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, he sat behind the desk, so deep in concentration he didn’t seem to notice her presence. She took the opportunity to watch him in his element.
    Her husband was a techie, computers and gadgets like food and water to him. When they’d been together, he’d told her stories about his friends from the Army, men like him who could hack into anything.
    In fact, Sawyer and three of his friends had managed to use their skills to prove Logan and Rachel’s innocence in the murder of a local mobster. That must have been when Sawyer saw her photo and figured out where to find her.
    He’d never said the words out loud, but she’d gotten the sense that he’d resented having to take over as the CEO of his family’s multi-billion-dollar corporation when his parents died. Not that he’d ever admit it. That role was his job. A responsibility. While computers were his passion. He’d rather be lost in cyberspace than at a board meeting. But never once had he complained in all the time they’d spent together.
    She snuck up behind him and slid her arms down his chest, burying her nose into the side of his neck. “What are you working on?”
    He slammed his laptop shut with a force that startled her. “You’re up.” He pushed away from the desk and stood, leaving her feeling a bit awkward, since he didn’t seem as though he was pleased to see her.
    What had changed between the shower and now?
    She clasped her hands together to keep from touching him. “I have too much to do to stay in bed.”
    Although he faced her, he kept his gaze trained on the wall behind her. “It’s Sunday. No one is waiting for you at the office.”
    Her stomach churned at Sawyer’s icy demeanor. Why wouldn’t he look at her? Had he changed his mind about their seven nights?
    â€œTrue, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have tasks that I need to complete. Unless you’re easing up on your orders for me to take the week off?” She gave him the opening to let her off