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“Good girl. Now come hard for me,” he demanded, and his fingers pressed just a little harder on my clit. My desire soared up into the clouds, and then I was falling.
Wildfire seared through my veins. Burning desire rolled from the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers as every nerve in my body fired at once, and then my mouth opened and I started to scream. My eyes rolled back in my head as my vision went white, blinding hot ecstasy tearing through every inch of me in rolling waves.
My climax ripped through me so strongly that I thought I was going to shatter apart into a billion shards of broken glass.
By the time my orgasm finally quelled, I slumped over his knee, my bottom bare and on display, and I could think of nothing but the quivering aftershocks of pleasure that kept making my body quake.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he purred, and his praise made my heart light up when it most definitely shouldn’t.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
Gently, he lifted me up and tucked me in his lap. With my heart still pounding, I rested my head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat comforted me as the scent of his cologne surrounded me. This time it was a subtle blend, hints of cedarwood and a touch of spicy cardamom mingling with softer undertones of amber and a faint, crisp hint of citrus. I breathed in deep, enjoying every delicious note that was him.
In his embrace, the world outside—with all its complications and expectations—seemed to momentarily stand still.
When my heartbeat finally returned to normal, I shifted in his lap and lifted my head to find him watching me closely.
“Come now, Miss Davis. I think it’s time I took you home,” he said softly, and I bit the inside of my cheek.
If I went home with him, what would other people think? Not good things, that much I knew. Maybe they would assume I’d gotten this job by sleeping with my boss, that none of my talent meant a thing, and that I was just some whore. Or worse, maybe us sleeping together would make it onto the news, and that would ruin everything I was trying to do for his company and mine by enveloping it in scandal.
I couldn’t live with that.
He didn’t know it yet, but I wasn’t going to go home with him. I was going to demand he take me home where I belonged.
* * *
By the time we reached his car downstairs, I was readying myself for an argument. I knew he wasn’t going to let me go home without a fight, but I knew it was for the best.
“I can just take the light rail,” I finally began, and he leveled me with a dark look.
“It’s late, little one,” he warned.
“You don’t have to take me. I can find my own way home. I’ve done it a thousand times,” I protested.
His expression hardened slightly, a hint of concern in his eyes. “It’s not safe to take the light rail at this hour, Morgan. Seattle’s late-night crime rates aren’t exactly low. It’s fortunate nothing has happened to you yet, but I’m not willing to take that risk.”
“But, Hunter, it’s not right. If we’re seen together outside of work, it could look bad for both of our companies. People might talk,” I protested.
I opened my mouth to continue arguing, but his look silenced me for a moment.
“You’re not going home, Miss Davis. That’s already settled,” he replied, his tone deadly serious.
His words caught me off guard, and I felt a twinge of apprehension mixed with an undeniable thrill.
“I can’t go home with you. What if someone finds out?” I objected, and he narrowed his eyes in a way that made my backside tense nervously.
“Morgan, I understand your concerns, but believe me, discretion is my priority. I have no intention of jeopardizing either of our reputations,” he said, his voice conveying a seriousness that sent a nervous tension through me.
“But, Hunter,” I continued, the reality of the situation pressing upon me, “think about it. If we’re seen together, especially at this hour, it could lead to rumors. Rumors that could harm your company’s image and mine. We’ve both worked too hard to let that happen.”
He listened intently, his gaze never leaving mine. “I know the risks,” he acknowledged. “But we can be careful. I have a private entrance at my place. No one will see you.”
I shook my head, my heart racing with a mix of fear and desire. “It’s not just about being seen, Hunter. It’s about the principle. We have a professional relationship. Blurring these lines… it’s risky. It could lead to complications, misunderstandings…”
“None of that matters to me, Miss Davis. Get in the car. Now,” he demanded, his eyes darkening with warning.
“But, Hunter…”
