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Paige watched me. She didn’t get flustered and try to leave or apologize. She looked like she wanted to devour me. And fuck, I wanted her to. I want her.
She would have dropped to her knees if I’d demanded it, just like in a scene from one of her reviewed books.
If she hadn’t mentioned the paperwork, I might have acted like one of her favorite characters and told her to drop to the floor.
She’s waiting for me to say something. I want to so fucking badly. I want to know if I made her wet and if she touched herself thinking about me.
But tonight is about signing a client, not finding some dark corner to whisper dirty things in her ear and ask her if she wants to see me finish next time.
I’m not the only man fighting an erection in this room, but I’m the only one ready to bloody the nose of every asshole whose eyes linger too long.
“Why do you call me Mr. Carlson?”
“And you want to be my good girl?” Her eyes snap to mine. Her blue irises are now thin strips surrounding her swollen pupils. “Yes.”
She’s thinking about what she walked in on. My dick is on the same page except it’s not my hand he wants.
Good girl. I want to say it, but wanting comes with complications and rules I’m still not sure I’m ready to break.
“Do you know what a no-fraternization policy is?” She nods. “It means you won’t fuck me even if you want to.”
“I guess the policy says nothing about fucking your fist and wishing it were me.”
“You’re not being very good right now.”
“Being naughty can be good.”
“Two days. That’s how long is left on your contract, correct?” She nods. The decision is made before I realize it.
“You think I will distract you?” I take a step toward her and tilt my head until I’m close enough to kiss her neck if I choose. “You already do.”
I’m an asshole for taunting her, but her reaction sends a jolt of pleasure through my veins.
“I have rules for a reason.” Her usual soft, playful expression tightens. “I understand. Your work ethic is one of the things that makes you so attractive.”
I want to fuck her. That’s it, and it’s pretty clear she wants the same thing. It’s not as if I’m going to fall for her in forty-eight hours and upend my entire life.
So listen to your fucking dick and go get her.
Mr. Carlson leaves work early to jerk off to my posts but thinks sleeping with me will be too distracting? Hypocrite.
“You’re getting on that plane on Friday and forgetting all about sandalwood aftershave, secret sticky note grins, and how sexy your boss looks when he uses you for masturbation inspiration.”
“You’re fired.” My heart beats so hard I can feel it in my throat. “Good.”
“I don’t want a relationship.” Neither do I, but something uncomfortable tightens in my chest at hearing him say it.
“And in case you aren’t aware, you’re a grump who’s not much fun to be around.”
He presses one hand between my shoulder blades to guide me forward, using the other to tug my hips back. The possessiveness in his touch drives me wild, and his uncontrolled need to take me in public turns me into a live wire of sexual desire.
And then his cock head is at my entrance and pushing, stretching my walls effortlessly.
The hot rush of his breath on my skin makes me shudder.
A sob of relief escapes my mouth. He muffles the sound with his palm. “Shhh.”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror’s reflection again. He must read my desperation because he uses the hand covering my mouth to guide me up until my back is flush against his front and his cock is hitting me at a new angle. My eyelids flutter as sensation takes over.
Seeing the polished professional lose control drives me wild.
A new moan rolls up my throat. He doesn’t bother covering my mouth this time. Instead, his hand climbs up my neck and squeezes with the perfect amount of pressure to intensify the sensations pulsing through my body—just like one of my favorite book boyfriends.
Some strange emotion streaks across his expression for a moment before the scowl is back in place.
“You’re rehired. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow morning.”
Twelve fucking hours since I spilled myself inside her, and Paige is acting like nothing happened while I’m here, sitting in my office trying not to grip my dick and bust all over my fist whenever she walks by.
Last night was supposed to cure me of this obsession, but it’s worse.
“Thinking about your assistant naked?” Alex smirks. “Fuck off.”
I was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion. Touching her felt less like an end to my obsession and more like the beginning of something.
“You look worse.” Alex groans. “Just fuck her again.” My dick throbs at the suggestion. I shouldn’t have told Alex. He’s going to use it as fuel to taunt me forever.
A cute panda sticky note is pressed between two pages, as if today is like every other day.
I push my chair back and stand. “I need to clear my head.” “It’s not that head that needs clearing.”
Paige’s laughter curls through my ears, sinks into my bloodstream, and lulls my heart into a new rhythm I want to memorize. This is not good.
Paige tilts her head and raises one brow as if she can read every depraved thought I’ve had about her. “Back to being Mr. Grumpy again?”
“I’m always Mr. Grumpy.”
“You’ve been Mr. Recluse all morning.” My mouth twitches, threatening a smile. “Have you missed me, Miss Grier?”
It’s the first time she’s said my name since my cock was inside her. I want to be inside her when she says it again.
I’ve turned into an unhinged, possessive asshole, and she isn’t even mine.
A dart of excitement sprints down my spine as I see her debating whether or not to defy me.
My words were crass, my accusation uncalled for, but I don’t regret it, not when she’s fired up—eyes blazing, cheeks flushed. She’s ferocious, sexy, and impossible to resist.
What I’m about to do is crazy, but I can’t shake this overwhelming desire to make an impression so that I’m not just some guy she forgets about when she gets on that plane and starts her life without me.
