Water Under the Bridge: A Workplace Romantic Comedy

I need to talk to her.

But first, I need to discuss with Joanna how she speaks to people around this office.

carefully guides me into the back seat, his free hand covering the top of my head as I stumble through the door. I allow myself

“I don’t want to miss a single moment together. Truthfully, Ave, I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. Te amo, cariño.”
I love you. I love you.
Luca Navarro loves me.

My head meets the pillow that now smells like Avery. I want to bottle the smell and keep it by my nightstand.

I waited for her this long, and now that I’ve shown her what it’s like when we’re together, I won’t let her slip away from me again.

When I’m around her, I feel the most happiness. For the first time, in a long time, the fragments of my worth reflect themselves in her smile, not in my career success.

“Harder.” I wince as Luca fills the depth of me again and again.
“I should’ve known you’d be as demanding when I fucked you.” Luca pinches my bottom lip with his teeth. “You were quite needy when you rode my face.”
The words heat my cheeks. “And I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to shut up.”
“You want it, cariño.” He smiles. “I can see how fucking wild it makes you knowing I’m obsessed with your pussy.”

I wrap around him as though he were made just for me.
He must be.
“You feel like heaven itself, Ave,” he says against my damp flesh.

I wrap one of the ties around her left wrist, then secure her to the headboard.
Her eyes bulge at the new restraint. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.
“Me either.” I’ve never wanted to ruin one of my precious ties, but I would burn my entire closet down for her.

“Now that I’ve tasted you, Avery, eres mía.”