Page 195 of The Girlfriend Clause
Novexia’s sales team was bloated—that much was obvious. I’d seen the same thing at the tech start-ups I’d invested in after uni.
The company had been built on gouging hospitals. The margins were obscene.
Losing that profit was going to hurt.
Something had to give.
*
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Definitely not.”
“Andrea… I spent a lot of money on this…”
She rolled over, then straddled me on the bed, pinning my arms to my sides and laughing as her hair fell into her face.Her breasts swung under the thin tank top, the shape of her bare nipples obvious through the white cotton.
Fuck. I was no match for Andrea without a bra on.
I faked a struggle for a while, then pushed her off easily and flipped her under me, holding her wrists against the duvet with one hand.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Jones, but I’m afraid you made a promise.”
I dragged the other hand down her neck and pulled the opening of the tank top down until my fingertip was just against her nipple.
“If you don’t agree, you will have to be punished…”
She shrieked with laughter and tried to push me off, but I pulled the top down farther until her breast slipped out.
“Fuck, Liam, okay, okay, I’ll do it.” Her eyes were wet with laughter, her cheeks pink.
“Good. We’ll continue this later.” I released her wrists with exaggerated formality and sat back.Fuck, she looks spectacular like this, lying with her hair spread across my pillows, shorts riding up herlegs.
“Actually, we don’t have to wait till later,” I added, my gaze snagging on her breasts again. They were so full that even on her back, the shape of them was hypnotic.
“No, Liam, you’re right. I did promise.” She leapt up. “We can’t stay in bed all evening.”
Ah, yeah, wecan.
If we didn’t have to go to work, I’d have stayed in bed all dayandall evening.
But Andrea was about the only thing in my life I had absolutely no hope of controlling. If she was getting out of bed, so was I.
We’d already fucked twice today. I just couldn’t get enough of her—her soft skin, how she laughed when I made somestupid gag, the way her limbs folded around me, her warm, wet—
“Well, what do you think?”
I turned. She was wearing it—a Flamin’ Hot Cheetos Snuggie, just for her.
“Jesus, woman, can you makeanythinglook sexy?”
She gave me a twirl. “Now I can look as bad as you while we lie around together watching Netflix.”
“You look like a goddess.”
She laughed.
“So what first?” I asked. “Furniture, orWhen Harry MetSally?”
