Page 16 of Unwrapped

“Hello,” she said.

Just hearing her voice was enough for him.

He adored her.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Are you at work already?”

“Not even close. I’m about to leave. Half an hour or so and I’ll be there.”


“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked.

She laughed. “A little. I can’t wait to see their faces though. We’ve spent a lot of time arguing and being rivals and now we’re together.”

“I’ll see you there, babe. Don’t chicken out on me, otherwise I will cause a scene.”

This made her laugh.

“You’re one of a kind, Ivan.”

He hung up, grabbed his car keys and drove to work. Traffic was busy and already there were morning shoppers again.

He pulled into work, humming a Christmas tune that had been playing on the radio.

Delaney was nowhere to be seen, but that was okay.

He stayed in his car waiting and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

She finally arrived, taking her spot beside him.

Climbing out of his car, he rushed to her side, opening the door and holding out his hand.

“This is going to take some getting used to,” she said.

“That it will but I’m up to the challenge.”

She stared at his hand and he saw how nervous she was. He waited, though, patient.

Delaney took his hand and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips as she did.

“See, wasn’t so bad.”

She took a deep breath, closing and locking her car.

Hand in hand, fingers locked together, they walked back to the elevator that would take them up to their floor.

“Did you have a good night?” he asked.

“I missed you.”

He’d had to eventually go back home to change, not that he wanted to. He’d have rather been with her and stayed the night. Changing clothes was becoming a bit of a problem.

“Don’t you think they’re going to stare?”

“Of course they are.”

He didn’t let go of her hand.


“It’s okay. I’m not letting you go. Don’t let them ruin this for us. I want you. You want me. We’re not going to let them spoil this, not even a little bit.” He pressed a kiss to her hand.

The elevator doors opened, and he smiled as they stepped off and onto their floor.

As they passed people, they were greeted and asked if they were okay.

A couple of the guys stopped to talk to him.

It seemed to take the floor a few minutes to see that he was holding Delaney’s hand and had no intention of letting her go.

He didn’t stop at his office but went straight to Delaney’s. Opening the door for her, he kissed her knuckles right there in front of everyone. He gave her a wink and turned to leave.

They were indeed being watched and he found it the most amusing thing.

Entering his office, he fired up his computer and got straight to work. Throughout the morning, he found himself looking for her.

Delaney was the kind of worker who spent most of her time on her feet. He saw her now, talking on the phone, her head set on, hands on hips. She’d removed her heels. She had confessed how much she hated them and even the suits she wore.

When she was home, she always opted for jeans and a long shirt.

He liked the suits, as they molded to every single curve and they made him ache to take her, to pull her over his desk and to fuck her.

Now that had possibilities. He wondered what her take was on a bit of office play. Looking at his desk, he could easily imagine her bent over it, the skirt she wore around her back as he spread her legs wide, staring at her pretty pussy.

She would be so wet for him.

He’d drive her to an orgasm and watch her come apart before sliding his cock balls deep within her. He loved it when her cunt pulsed around him. It was like her body was begging for him to pound her.

His phone buzzing on his desk caught his attention.

“Ivan’s office,” he said.

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” Delaney said.

She perched on her desk, staring right at him with that wicked glint.

“Can’t help it. You know it’s those suits. They drive me crazy.”

She chuckled. “You’ll drive me crazy. Come on. Get some work done or I’ll be the one lonely around the mistletoe this year.”

Chapter 15

All day Delaney had been expecting the other shoe to drop. Every time there was a knock on her door, she expected the higher-ups to question her about her relationship with Ivan. She expected her coworkers to be bossy about what was going on with them.

But no one confronted her.

No one said anything.

They just watched.

She stared at herself in the mirror, the lighting in the bathroom fluorescent and unflattering. She hadn’t wanted to go back home to change for the Christmas party, so she brought her dress with her. But now that she had it on, she felt like it was a little too much.