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A slow smile stretches across his face. “I love it. I can certainly do that. Why did I not think about that one myself?”

“I love getting my hair brushed,” I confess. A pang hits me as I’m brought back to memories of Donovan brushing my hair before bed. It’s one of the many things I miss. Recollections of him hit me at the strangest of times.

He scribbles furiously on his copy. “Done. Anything else?”

I smile up at him. “Nope. That’s it.”

He seems surprised. “Really?”

“Really.”

He smiles. “Come back in five minutes.”

“Okay.”

He turns his attention to his laptop and starts clicking away. I excuse myself and quietly retreat to my desk. I finally arrange my things, all the while wondering what will happen next. My heart beats a mile a minute, and my pussy is on high alert. How can I possibly get any work done like this?

I click open my current work-in-progress, but I can’t focus long enough to get anything done.

Finally, Boss Man makes an appearance, a huge smile on his face. “All done. You mind coming in my office, Miss Morris?”

I stand. “Not at all, Sir.”

I follow him eagerly down the small hall of his office, and we finally make it to his desk, where the agreement sits, ready to be signed. “I’ve made all the amendments you requested,” he explains. “Would you like to go over it again?”

I smile. “That won’t be necessary. I trust you.”

He grabs the pen and signs his name, and adds the date. He hands me the pen with a playful grin. I eagerly grab it, and sign my own name, not quite believing that we’re really doing this.

As soon as I’ve signed my name, he takes the pen from me and sets it on the desk. “Turn around,” he says.

I’m taken aback, but I do as I’m told and turn to face him. He slides a slow hand under the hem of my skirt, and slowly up the inside of my thigh. I close my eyes and melt into the delicious sensation of it. He’s certainly not wasting any time, and I’m certainly not complaining.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since your first day,” he confesses, his words a whisper against my ear. “I love this skirt. Excellent choice, Grasshopper.”

He teases, stroking the inside of my thighs leisurely, almost but not quite touching my sweet spot. I’m breathless, and desperately want him to explore me further. “You can… touch me,” I tell him, my words heavy but soft. “It’s… in the agreement,” I point out. “Sexual touching.”

He laughs softly. “I enjoy taking my time. I want to savor the softness of your skin. Your thighs are as soft as a baby’s bottom.”

I smile and reach for him. I want to see if he’s hard, and sure enough, when I feel him over his pants, he certainly is. He groans, and I laugh. “Two can play this game,” I say playfully.

He finally ventures up higher, and my breath hitches. It feels so good, I suddenly regret removing certain terms from the contract. I don’t want to take it slow anymore. I want him right now, right here, on his desk.

“I’m driving you wild,” he says. “I can feel it.”

“You are,” I admit. “You are such a tease, Sir.”

“I like these panties,” he breathes. “I think I just might take a closer look.”

I close my eyes, glad that I’ve put on my best undies, white lace bikini briefs.

He falls to his knees, and pulls my skirt up to my waist. He flips me around, and his mouth lands on my ass cheek. I flatten my hands on his desk to steady myself. He drops soft kisses on the lace fabric. He bites softly, and I go wild for it. God, he can’t tease me like that.

He grabs my hips, pulls me toward him, and my torso crashes against his desk. He slides a finger under the hem of my panties, and tugs them up my ass crack. He kisses my bare skin, and I melt. I can’t remember ever being so aroused. He bites softly and licks leisurely, his guttural moans buried against my skin.

I close my eyes, and let myself enjoy the moment. I haven’t felt this kind of pleasure in ages. It’s been way too long. I’d almost forgotten that my body was capable of experiencing these kinds of sinful sensations. Because if Mr. Boss Man is anything, it’s sinful.

“Beautiful,” he says softly. “Absolutely beautiful.” He slaps my bum once, and stands tall.