Fractured (Josie) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 0088 

“Actually. Let’s move this to my office, I’d rather not have his conversation in a filing cupboard,” Mr Collins‘ voice rumbles and I avoid looking at him as Luke guides me out of the room with an arm around my shoulders. 

We get to the office door and Luke wraps his arms tighter around me for a brief moment, kissing the top of my head, before releasing me to my fate. I step into the room and the door clicks shut behind me. The air suddenly becomes thick with tension. I keep my eyes fixed on the floor, and I can feel the embarrassment blazing on my cheeks. Mr. Collins steps closer, his presence radiating a warmth that sends shivers down my spine. He gently lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his piercing gaze. My heart races wildly as I lock onto his intense stare and I struggle to swallow around the lump of emotions stuck in my throa 

“There is nothing wrong with you,” he whispers, and my pulse quickens. My mind spins in confusion as I search his eyes. “I feel it too,” he adds, a knowing smile playing on his lips. 

“But why? If we’re not bonds, then what is this?” 

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share a connection. Our lives are intertwined for an important reason. When the moment is right, everything will make sense, but that moment isn’t now. I need you to trust me, Josie. Can you do that?” His fingers brush against my cheek as he tucks a stray hair behind my ear, and that simple gesture is a promise of something much deeper than friendship. I know now with every fibre of my being that he is my bond, no matter how much he denies it and my brain tries to reject the idea, I know. He is mine, I just have to wait for him to admit it. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let this go though. If he needs a push to help him get to that ‘moment‘ sooner then I’m more than willing to help. 

“Yes, I can do that, but on one condition,” I say, reaching up to unknot his tie. 

“Josie,” he breathes, “we can’t,” he says, although he makes no move to stop me from pulling the tie from his neck. 

“I know, but I’m keeping this,” I smile and shove the tie into my pocket. He blows out a breath and I sense his 

relief. 

“You are driving me insane,” he whispers as his hand finds my hip. He squeezes it gently as his eyes roam down my body, making my breath catch. “You have no idea how much of a temptress you are do you?” 

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“Clearly not quite tempting enough,” I try to joke but my words come out as a vulnerable sounding whisper. “Fuck this,” he growls and drops to his knees in front of me. “Mason get in here,” he calls, his breathing heavy. “What are you doing?” I ask as Mason slips through the door, closing it behind him. He looks at the scene in front of him with raised brows. 

“Proving just how tempting you are but I don’t trust myself alone with you. Thave to taste you though, just once, please,” Mr Collins begs on his knees in front of me and a deep throb of desire begins to build in my core. What on earth is happening right now? I’m dreaming again, I have to be, because in no realm is a man like Mr Collins going to get on his knees, in front of Mason no less, and beg to ‘taste me‘. Might as well enjoy it I suppose, I shrug internally. I nod at the god of a man on his knees for me and he runs his hands up my thighs, splaying his fingers as he reaches my hips. His eyes scan the room and land on his desk and then a wicked grin spreads across his face. “Take these off and sit on my desk,” he almost purrs tugging at the waistband of my leggings. 

“Yes, Sir,” I quickly agree with a teasing smirk. He gets to his feet and guides me around to his side of the desk with a hand on the small of my back. I wish I’d have dressed myself a little sexier for this dream rather than leggings and an oversized hoody but I guess it doesn’t matter. Feeling confident I kick off my shoes and push down my leggings and underwear. Mr Collins hurns in approval as he removes his suit jacket and hangs it over the 

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