Heart Of The Billionaire(6)

“Yes, sir. Hasn’t left yet.” The older man quickly brought forward a key to unlock the door.

She will. Right fucking now.

Sam pushed open the door, his irritation making his stomach churn. As he strode through the lobby, he heard the loud click of the door being locked behind him. Ignoring it, he strode through the reception area and into the back offices. He stopped, taking a deep breath before he opened the door of Maddie’s office, preparing himself for an ugly confrontation.

His pent-up breath exited his body in an audible whoosh as he realized there would be no warfare in the immediate future. His intended opponent, dressed in an old pair of green scrubs, her fiery curls spread out over the desk and her right arm bent and supporting her head…was fast asleep.

Making his way to her desk, he scowled as he noticed the dark circles under her eyes. Still, the woman looked like an angel, her unblemished skin a creamy ivory, her mouth the color of ripe strawberries. Scanning her face, he realized she wasn’t even wearing make-up, probably having showered after her clinic hours. He brought his hand gently to the back of her head, her damp hair confirming his suspicions about the shower. Giving in to the urges he was trying to hold in check, he buried his hand in her abundant curls, letting her fiery hair spill over his fingers.

“Shit,” he muttered softly, fingering the tresses gently, indulging himself as her light floral scent wafted over his senses. He crouched, bringing his face level with hers. “Maddie,” he called gently, his hand still caressing her hair.

She lifted her left hand, which had been resting on her thigh, and swatted at him, missing as he lurched backward to avoid the feeble swing. “Need to rest my eyes for a minute. Just a minute,” she mumbled, her lips turning down into a frown, as though irritated.

Sam’s lips curled up in an amused smile as he rubbed her scalp. “Time to sleep, Sunshine.”

Maddie slapped at him again, this time hitting his shoulder in a pathetic, half-hearted smack. “Sleeping. Go away,” she muttered, her eyes remaining closed.

Christ. She’s really out of it.

Placing his hand against her mug of coffee, he noticed it was barely warm. She hadn’t been out for long, but obviously she was exhausted, so sleep deprived that her cognitive function was incredibly slow.

Sam slid her weekly planner out from under her arm, glancing quickly at the open page. Hmmm. She was off work for the next five days. Not that he was really surprised. All of the functions for Simon and Kara’s wedding were starting tomorrow, beginning with the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner.

Snapping the planner closed, he slid it into the pocket of his suit and rolled her chair back, her delectable ass still planted in it, just enough to slide one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. “Time for bed, Maddie,” he whispered in a husky voice.

“Tired,” she said, irritated. “Go away.”

Sam glanced at Maddie’s face as he stood with the petite bundle of femininity in his arms. She hadn’t even opened her eyes. But she was still feisty. Head resting against his shoulder, she stirred, her arms creeping around his neck instinctively to make herself more comfortable. “Can’t carry me. I’m too fat,” she protested, her words slurred as if drunk.

Maddie’s comment was so ridiculous that Sam grinned at her, raking his eyes over her body as he shifted her weight against his chest. She had a body made for sin, a body that had always been the most unholy temptation he had ever seen. Sam liked a woman with curves, and Maddie had them in abundance. Her breasts would fill a man’s hands, and her skin was like silk. That ample, curvaceous ass was firm, and he got hot just fantasizing about those shapely thighs wrapped around his waist, Maddie urging him to fuck her. Just the feel of her softness against him made his cock strain against the zipper of his pants, eager to bury itself inside her, lose himself in that petite, curvy body.

Maddie never did like her body even though she’s my ideal.

He chuckled as he snagged her purse from the back of the office chair, placing it on her abdomen as he strolled out of the office and to the lobby. Stopping at the locked door, he waited for security to open the outer door, putting his mouth to Maddie’s ear. “You have the body of a goddess, Sunshine,” he told her in a low, graveled voice, knowing she wasn’t coherent, but needing to tell her regardless.

“Too fat,” she answered on a soft sigh.

“Perfect,” he answered, amused.

“Ugly red hair,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Beautiful,” he retorted.

“You’re crazy,” she said with a feminine grunt of irritation.