Free Corporate Fire: Corporate Romance Book 1 by Evelyn Aster Page A

didn't brush out your hair.”
    She combed her hands through her hair, just realizing she hadn't brushed it. She'd been too worried about blow job techniques. But that's not what she told him. “Shoot, I got distracted by my leg. The pain makes it hard to think straight.”
    “Don't worry, it's a big turn on. It reminds me of what happened here just a little while ago.”
    She smiled at his words, placed her hands in her lap and forgot about her hair.
    He sat at the foot of the bed and put the ice pack across the bottom of her leg where it was wrapped. “Did you take your medication?”
    Grace shook her head.
    He glanced at the clock and said, “I think it's safe now.”
    “I don't want it.”
    He lifted her unwrapped foot and massaged it. She hadn't noticed the muscles in her good foot were already sore from taking up the slack from the broken leg. His hands eased the tension and soreness out.
    He said, “This isn't like your OCD medication. It'll just help you through the pain for a few days, and then you can be done with it.”
    Her mind drifted in pleasure. She didn't say anything right away and just enjoyed the moment. His hands left her foot and moved up to her calf, kneading through what were probably knotted up muscles. She wasn't filtering any thoughts when she said, “Mmm, that feels good. When you realize you have a crap job, you should go into massage therapy.”
    His hands froze, and then he stood up. “Where'd you put the pills? I'll get them for you.”
    Grace wished she could be more like her name, but she was always so tactless. Now the pressure was really on to give good head.
    She opened her eyes and said, “I really don't want them.”
    He stopped halfway to the bathroom. “Why?”
    She stared at him a full minute before rolling her eyes, exasperated. She said, “Because you don't believe me when I say I want to be with you. You keep telling me it's the painkillers, and maybe it was at first, but I still want you right now.” She lowered her eyes and voice and said, “The moment we had earlier was incredible.”
    He sat down next to her on the bed and took her hands in his. “Can we make a deal that I believe you, but we still won't make love tonight? I'm sure I won't be able to wait as long as it takes you to heal, but I don't want you to remember our first time mixed with the agony of your leg, and I don't want you to be higher than a kite either.”
    He dropped her hands and cupped her face. “It's going to be earth shaking, and I want you to be able to recall every last tremble.” He leaned in as he spoke each word and ended with a kiss.
    The kiss was brief, making her worry he was still upset about her comment about his job. She said, “All right.” Her hands fell to her sides and clutched the bedspread.
    He noticed and asked, “Where are the pain meds? The bathroom?” He stood up and walked into the bathroom as if the matter were settled.
    She ran her fingers through her hair again in an attempt to unmuss her hair despite what he'd said. The thought of it being messy bothered her. She almost stood up to go brush it but made herself stay. He said he liked it. She could brush it later.
    She scooted to the edge of the bed, trying to keep her broken leg straight out and propped up on the bed while she put her good foot on the ground. Her mind spun to the problem of their relationship being uneven. She had to focus. She had to level the relationship. She gripped the side of the bed and took a deep breath to keep her thoughts from spiraling out of control.
    Her internal struggle at least distracted her from the pain a little. As she tried to adjust herself better, she noticed her shaking hands.
    Maybe she should take her camisole off. No. He might turn her down, and then embarrassment would overwhelm her. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, wrinkling the bedspread beneath them. She wished she wasn't crazy.
    Royce stepped out, reading aloud something from the label of the medicine