By a Thread

by Lucy Score

“Can Charm—your son fire me?” I asked. Her smile was feline. “No. Dominic can’t fire you.” “Okay, then. Do I have to be nice to him?” She leaned back in her chair, considering. “I think you should have the relationship you feel most comfortable having with my son.”

“You know, you’d be a lot prettier if you smiled once in a while,” she mused, fluttering her lashes. No wonder women hated it when men said that.

“Hey, Mal, why don’t you try sexually harassing men on your own time?” Ally piped up, leaning over her wall. “Some of us are trying to eat here, and your praying mantis routine is nauseating.”

Today, I was keeping my fucking hands off my fucking cock and my fucking mind off fucking Ally. End of story.

Harry was silent, and I looked up. He was sniffing the air. “You smell that?” he asked. I knew where this was going. “I do not.” “I do. It’s strong. Here. Let me waft it toward you,” he said, flicking his hands at me. “That’s the smell of bullshit.”

“What I am fucking up over and over again is this: I want you to know that despite the fact that I find you interesting, intelligent, infuriating, and very, very attractive, I’m not going to pursue any kind of relationship with you. I want you to feel safe at work. I don’t want you to think that I’m going to

drag you into a copy room and fuck you

against office equipment. I don’t want coworkers whispering behind your back because you had the misfortune to catch my eye. I don’t want your reputation torn to shreds just because I wonder what you look like naked. And, yes, I d...

wondered if I was leaving a trail of body glitter behind me like I was a Questionable Life Choices Tinkerbell.

“I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.”

“You’re scaring the hell out of me, Dom,” I admitted, digging my fingers

into his shoulders, into the heat under that damn vest and shirt. “I’m scaring me, too,” he said, nuzzling my jaw and down my neck. Moving his lips against my flesh. “I’m fucking terrified.”

She cupped my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “I don’t want your tongue. I don’t want your fingers. The first thing you put inside me is going to be your cock, Dom.”

“This isn’t for just one night, Ally. So get used to it. Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.” Ever.

“I’m yours,” she whimpered. The knot in my chest loosened, and as

I kissed her, and when she dreamily sighed against my tongue, I bit her bottom lip. “Mine. Ally.” “Yours,” she agreed.

“Watch me fuck you, Ally. Watch me take you and make you mine.”

literally poured my entire water content into you. I’m basically human beef jerky right now.” “Thank you for your sacrifice,”