could she have gone so long without it?
She hadnât lied about needing to work. There were several appointments on her calendar sheâd need to reschedule and at least five press releases that needed to be written for the week. Once she finished those tasks, sheâd free up some more time for Sawyer. She couldnât imagine why he wanted her available twenty-four hours a day, but she also couldnât imagine anywhere sheâd 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. Heâd 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. Sheâd 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. Sheâd flash him as she bent to pick something up, and then oopsâsheâd knock a bottle onto the floor, so heâd have to punish her.
Heâd 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 sheâd retrieve the item sheâd dropped earlierâa bottle of lubeâand 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 didnât 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 theyâd been together, heâd 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 Rachelâs innocence in the murder of a local mobster. That must have been when Sawyer saw her photo and figured out where to find her.
Heâd never said the words out loud, but sheâd gotten the sense that heâd resented having to take over as the CEO of his familyâs multi-billion-dollar corporation when his parents died. Not that heâd ever admit it. That role was his job. A responsibility. While computers were his passion. Heâd rather be lost in cyberspace than at a board meeting. But never once had he complained in all the time theyâd spent together.
She snuck up behind him and slid her arms down his chest, burying her nose into the side of his neck. âWhat are you working on?â
He slammed his laptop shut with a force that startled her. âYouâre up.â He pushed away from the desk and stood, leaving her feeling a bit awkward, since he didnât 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. âI have too much to do to stay in bed.â
Although he faced her, he kept his gaze trained on the wall behind her. âItâs Sunday. No one is waiting for you at the office.â
Her stomach churned at Sawyerâs icy demeanor. Why wouldnât he look at her? Had he changed his mind about their seven nights?
âTrue, but that doesnât mean I donât have tasks that I need to complete. Unless youâre easing up on your orders for me to take the week off?â She gave him the opening to let her off