How, he had no idea. He’d tossed and turned all night, only to fall asleep at 5:00 a.m., thirty minutes before his alarm.If only he could blame the inability to sleep on Avery’s thievery or the merger plans or the damaging press he had been combating. As bad as all that was, it couldn’t hold a candle to the vision of Meredith on permanent repeat in his head.Oddly, the memory wasn’t of her naked—though she had the body of any breathing man’s wet dream. No, the image haunting him was of her in the car, when she’d mounted him with that little skirt hiked up and her breasts half spilling from her clothing.The look on her face...rapturous. He couldn’t stop watching her as he pleasured her. Sure, he’d been touching her intimately while in public, which was the very definition of the kind of crazy she induced. He should have been appalled at himself. Instead, he’d felt alive, invigorated. Powerful in the knowledge that he could make her come as many times as he wanted and she’d cry out his name.That’s why he hadn’t stayed.
