I awoke to the most stunning woman I’d ever laid eyes on and watched her sleep for several minutes, so happy that we’d found each other again.

I also felt like the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth because she was fucking wild in bed. The way she responded to me was absolutely perfect and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.

As I watched her sleep, I reflected on what my life had been until her. I’d thought I’d been happy but I was so wrong. This right here, lying in bed next to her watching her wrinkle her cute little nose as she slept, this was pure fucking happiness. I felt complete, whole, as if the last puzzle piece had finally been found.

And I couldn’t wait to start my life with her.

Grabbing my phone, I saw it was six, so twisting back to her, I kissed her forehead.

“Hey, honey. It’s time to get up.”

“No,” she groaned and turned over.

I snorted. Birdie Chapman, who was one of the busiest women I knew, always on the go, wasn’t a morning person. How fucking cute was that?

“Baby, you need to wake up.”

“What time is it?” she groused.

“Six.”

“My alarm goes off in forty-five minutes. Let me sleep.”

I chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Okay, sweetheart. You sleep. I’ll see you at the office.”

After dressing, I went into her kitchen finding a pen and paper then wrote her a note and left it on the pillow I’d slept on. I left her place making sure the door locked behind me, then back at my apartment I got ready for work.

 

 

“Hey,” Birdie called from my office doorway.

I stood and went to her, kissing her right there in front of God and everyone. She was blushing when I pulled back and I laughed.

“I want everyone to know you’re mine and that I love you,” I stated. “I actually want to tell them now.” I started to step out of my office when she grabbed me by the arm pulling me back.

“Beck!” she whisper-hissed. “They think you’re still married and I’ll look like a tramp!”

“I’ll tell them I’m divorced.”

She rolled her eyes, then looking at me, smiled. “Thank you for my note. You make my life better and I love you too.” She leaned in closer keeping her voice low. “And five orgasms?” She pulled back and bugged her eyes out at me which made me snort. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that many in an entire month!”

Of course, that was a huge ego stroke and I loved it. “My girl likes how I fuck her,” I said, laughing when her mouth fell open in shock.

“You can’t say things like that here!” she snapped quietly.

I looked around the office to see that no one was paying any attention to us at all, their morning coffee not having kicked in yet.

“Baby, no one cares.” I looked out at the cubicles again noticing there was one pair of black-glasses-wearing eyes on us. When I narrowed my eyes, Birdie followed my gaze.

“That guy always seems to be looking at me. It kinda creeps me out,” she shared.

“He’s pretty strange. Always talking about Stephen King and his books. Like, throws that shit out there when you’re not even talking about it. Maybe I’ll have a chat with him.”

“No! I think he’s just bored, so any action catches his eye.”

I kept looking at the guy, who’d looked away the second our eyes had met, wondering what his deal was. I’d have to call Curt in HR and find out.

“Well, I’ve got to get to work and so do you,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Do you wanna go somewhere for lunch or I can have Dana go get us something. Your choice.”

“If Dana doesn’t mind, that would be great. How about a roast beef this time?”

“Sounds good. All right. Go get ‘em, baby,” I encouraged then laughed when she dodged my kiss when I bent down. But I did get in a nice little butt pat as she left my office, which garnered me a dirty look making me laugh.

 

 

“You getting any closer to finding the culprit?” I asked Birdie. We were in the boardroom having lunch.

“I’ve got all the 1099s worked out. They’ll have to contact the IRS and make payment arrangements for them. I’ve matched receipts to the expense accounts, which I’m thinking most of that money might be lost.” She shrugged then took a drink of soda. “And as far as payroll goes, I’m still trying to make the connection among the ten ghosts. I’m not really working with the books anymore as much as I am calling on the bank accounts and mailboxes where the checks have been going.”

I shook my head. “Did the ghosts get paid for December?”

“Yeah, which means the culprit is still around unless someone’s quit or been fired either here or at the three other branches. I’ve got reports coming on that also.”

“Damn, you’re good,” I said, then taking a look out of the glass into the main room and seeing that no one was watching, I kissed her.

“Beck!” she scolded playfully and threw a potato chip at me. I caught it in my hand and ate it which had her shaking her head.

“Oh, I called the super and my furniture has been delivered. How about you come over tonight and help me arrange it?”

She smiled brightly, liking the idea. “That sounds fun!”

“Then we can christen each piece afterward,” I added, loving that just as she opened her mouth to protest, at the thought of what I’d suggested, she then bit her lip and drew in a deep breath, getting turned on. God. My girl was fucking hot.

“That sounds like even more fun,” she replied, gazing at me seductively as she licked her lips.

“You think you can handle it?” I asked.

“Mm, you give me five orgasms again, and I can handle anything, baby.”

Fuck, she got me hot.

“All right. Lunchtime’s over,” I said, standing and adjusting myself before gathering my trash to throw away. She giggled as she did the same, sans the adjusting, then bit her lips to keep from laughing when our eyes met knowing what she did to me. “You think I can’t find a closet somewhere or an empty office where I can fuck you?”

Her eyes got big but then her eyebrows went up as if she were game. “Is there such a place?” 

I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or messing with me, so squinting my eyes, I said low, “You need your ass spanked.” I heard her gasp at what I’d said as I finished off my bottle of water. Good.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved that she was becoming more comfortable at saying dirty things that turned me the fuck on. But there was a time and a place, damn it. “Get back to work, honey,” I said, giving her a quick peck before going back to my office, cursing under my breath as I went, at the fact that my girl had almost made me pop a fucking boner at work. Like I was some goofy teenager who popped wood at the drop of a hat.

 

 

Text Message—Tues, Jan 11, 12:26 p.m.

Birdie: Sorry

Me: For?

Birdie: You know

Me: ?

Birdie: Beck

Me: Birdie

Birdie: You’re gonna make me say it?

Me: ; )

Birdie: Okay. You asked for it. I’m sorry I almost got you hard. There, happy?

Me: I’d be happier if you were in here underneath my desk making it all better

Birdie: You need some gum scraped off under there?

Me: Smartass

Birdie: Joker

Me: Tonight

Birdie: Tomorrow

Me: I’m not playing a fucking word association game here, Birdie

I snorted out a laugh shaking my head because she was something else.

Birdie: Oh. Sorry

Me: Go catch your bad guy

Birdie: Go…do whatever it is you do

I’d explained to her exactly what my job description was the day we’d asked questions.

Me: My hand, your ass, tonight. You answer back anything smartassed and I’ll leave pretty pink marks too

Birdie: Yes, sir!

Knowing her, that was meant to be smartassed but I let it go. She’d find out tonight what her smartassedness got her.