“Open your legs for me, Amelia.” He uses that tone, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. “Open your legs and take your fingers for me like a good girl.”
“This is madness,” I whisper, lifting my heels to slide my legs farther apart.
“Don’t fight it. Slide your hand inside your underwear. Are you wet?”
“Of course I’m wet,” I mutter as though I’ve been given a chore, but I’m still doing it.
“It was a rhetorical question, my love. I know you’re always so ready for me. Slide your fingers farther down. Feel how soft you are. How wet. Slide them inside, Amelia. Feel yourself pulse around them.”
“Whit stop,” I beg a little breathlessly. “I can’t, not here. Not in the office.”
“I know you want me to bend you over my desk. You’re a good girl who loves to be made to be bad. Be bad for me, Amelia. Slide those fingers into your pretty little cunt.” His words slide into a groan and everything inside me pulls tight at the sound.
“Are you…” Do I dare? “Are you touching yourself?”
“I’m at the far end of a room full of people, but all I can think about is you.”
I both love and hate that I can’t resist him as I drive my fingers hard inside. I gasp, my body bowing from the chair, making the forgotten vibrator slip to the floor.
“What was that?”
“I dropped something.” My heart hammers in my chest, the throb of it echoing between my legs.
“Better pick it up, little girl. Now,” he adds when I don’t answer. “Then slip off your knickers.”
Knickers. The name sounds so ridiculous, but I can’t help how delicious it feels growled against my skin. “Maybe I’m not wearing any.”
“You’d better be,” he says, the warning clear in his tone. “Especially as I watched you slide them on this morning.”
“Maybe I couldn’t wait for you to be bad. Maybe I started without you.”
“Fuck.” The hard fricative is all frustration. “Just wait until I get my hands on you.”
Pressing my palm against my clit, I moan. “Sounds like, for now, I’m just gonna have to use my own.”
But then the door opens and there Whit stands, looking like a cat that’s about to play with a juicy mouse.
Whit
As I wrap my fingers around the handle of my office door and push, the muscles in my chest and shoulders taut. There’s every possibility Mimi will be doing something other than what I’m imagining, like scanning her socials while pretending to indulge me. But then she wouldn’t be the most perfect girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I promised I wouldn’t fall in love with her, and I wasn’t lying. On a technicality only. I’d already fallen for her at the point I’d said that. Fallen hook, line, and painful sinker. I can’t think what comes after this. How things will work out beyond her six-month mark. I only know that I have to be with her—to try to make her see there is a chance for us. That love is worthy of that chance. The details, the who will live where and how we’ll navigate the obstacles, can come later. Even if it means bailing on more meetings and blowing up Doreen’s house.
Meanwhile, I play my part well. I’m just here to fuck her. That’s my cover. Meanwhile, I just need to figure out how to steal her heart like a thief.
As I push the door open, my aching muscles relax as I find her seated in my chair, her heels on my desk… and her hand pressed between her legs. She jerks upright, instinctually closing her legs.
Probably because you’ve still got the door open, dickhead.
“Stay where you are.” I slip into the room, closing it behind me before sliding the lock closed. “Well, Miss Valente. What have we here?” Despite sounding like I’m a truncheon and a funny helmet away from a bobby on the beat, the sight of her almost takes my breath away. Such a stunning vignette, one hot enough to make any police officer’s truncheon ache.
“Whit—”
Her panic feels like a blessing and gives me an idea.
“That’s Mr. Boss Man to you, Miss Valente.” I drop my voice and octave, making my tone very stern.
“Oh.” She catches on to my direction quickly, her smile so brief it would’ve been easy to miss… say, if you were staring at her tits. Her top two buttons of her shirt dress have come loose unless she’d unbuttoned them. The second prospect is much hotter, but I don’t mind which is the culprit.
“So this is what you do when left to your own devices.” My stance wide, I fold my arms across my chest as I stare at her, my expression severe. “I’m afraid I’ll have to report you to HR.”
