Strangely nervous, I pack up my things and walk to his office, my heart in my throat as I knock lightly on his door.
“Come in.” His gravelly voice sends pleasurable shivers down my spine.
Swallowing hard, I open the door and step inside. The single dim lamp in the corner of the office casts a red hue across the walls, desk, and floor. I take another step inside, my heart thrumming as I breathe in his masculine scent clinging to the room.
Mr. Graves is hunched over something on his desk, his brow set in a deep frown. “Did you finish?” he asks without looking up.
“I, uh… yes. I just came to say goodbye.”
He looks up then, giving me a heart-stopping grin. “Thank you, Grace. You’re such a good girl.”
I blink hard. “Sorry?”
He turns his attention back to his paperwork. “I said that you’re a good worker. I appreciate your hard work.”
“I see…” I narrow my eyes at his nonchalant expression. I’msurehe said something else. I’d bet money on it. In fact, I’m beginning to think he's been doing it all along—teasing me, taunting me. Well, two can play at that game.
I step up to his desk, adding a little more sway to my hips than I normally would. I press my hips against the edge of his desk, placing a finger down on the top of his paper. “What’s got you frowning like that?”
Mr. Graves looks up at me, his dark lashes framing heated red eyes. “Something far less interesting than you.” The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. “I could use your insight, if you have a few minutes.”
His tongue slides over his lower lip, and heat coils between my thighs as I imagine it moving over something else. “I… Of course I do.” I stumble into the large leather armchair on the opposite end of his desk, sitting way up at the very edge so I can see what he’s working on.
With nowhere else to put it, I place my purse on his desk, flinching at the loud clunking noise from the plug sitting at the bottom. Thankfully, Mr. Graves doesn’t comment on it—instead, he slides one of the papers over to me, his eyes shining expectantly.
“The design team dropped these off earlier today. It’s the last thing I have to decide on before I head home. What do you think?”
My face heats as I look down at two clear pictures of vibrators.Fancyvibrators. My mouth opens and closes without a sound, and it feels like the room spikes by at least five degrees. “I, um… this is a hard decision.”
His mouth twitches, but he doesn't comment on my unfortunate wording. “Would seeing them in person help?”
Before I can respond, Mr. Graves reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out two very large, very purple vibrators. Both have a thick body for penetration and a smaller, curved projection for clitoral stimulation. The only difference is that one appears to be a traditional vibrating one, whereas the other has suction.
“Well? What do you think?”
I’m certain I’ll combust on the spot if I look at Mr. Graves, so I focus hard on a spot on his desk between the vibrators and me. “I don’t—well, I just think someone else might be better equipped to answer.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, tilting his head.
“Well, I don’t have any experience with… these models…”Sweet lord, help me. “I couldn’t tell you which is better.”
“Hmm.” Mr. Graves nods, thoughtful. “Do you want to try them?”
“I—what?” My gaze shoots up to him in alarm, but Mr. Graves seems unfazed, leaning forward in his chair with a lazy smile.
“You heard what I said, Grace.” His gaze darkens as he reaches across the table, palming the vibrator on the left. “Ireallyneed to decide on this.Tonight.”
He gets out of his chair and slowly walks over to me. I shiver in anticipation, my skin heating from our closeness. He reaches down, grabbing my chin and forcing my eyes up to meet his.
“I want you, Grace. I have since the first moment I saw you.” His grip tightens, and heat curls in my lower belly at the hungry look in his eyes. “I’m tired of pretending I can fight this.”
Then he leans down, crashing his lips to mine. And I come undone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GRACE
Archer Graves is kissing me.
