Page 87 of Playing Mr. Perfect

And those kisses…

I squeeze my thighs together to quell the ache he stirs.

I can’t just push work aside because a guy makes me hot. I have responsibilities.

But Clay’s not just some guy. He’s everything I never knew I wanted.

And he’ll still be here when I’m done working.

His deep voice whispers through my mind, I need to get out of here before I bend you over that desk.

And now I’m picturing him doing just that.

Clay

I pace the lobby, trying to get my cock to calm the fuck down. I’m not here for that.

Then maybe you shouldn’t have her panties stashed at your place.

My dick jerks with the thought, and I grit my teeth, looking down at the offending bulge in my pants. Get control of yourself. You’re like a fucking teenage horndog.

I close my eyes, thinking about my contract extension, my aching shoulder, and the other quarterback gunning for my job. That takes the edge off.

Relieved, I rake a hand through my hair and go to the computer, needing a distraction to keep my mind off my gorgeous pantyless girl down the hall. I pull up a Word document and realize I have no fucking experience writing employment ads.

Time to call in the big guns. I pull out my phone and call Seth. He answers on the second ring.

“Hi, Clay. What’s up?”

My fucking cock. “I need some help writing an ad for a receptionist job.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m helping Pepper find a receptionist.”

Seth laughs. “You’re with Pepper, and this is what you’re doing on a Friday night? Bro, you have definitely lost your touch. Maybe you do need a wingman.”

“Shut the fuck up and help me.”

“I’m a little concerned,” Seth says with amusement. “She’s a smart woman. Why is she trusting this to you?”

“Because I offered. Are you going to help me or—” I swallow my words as Pepper slinks down the hall like a seductive cat on the prowl. Her hazel eyes are locked on me as she comes around the desk and spins the chair I’m sitting in so I’m facing her.

“Clay?” Seth says as she grabs the button on my jeans and yanks them open.

“Yeah. Never mind. I’ve got to go.” I end the call, and she unzips my jeans as I put my phone on the desk. “Done working already?”

She shakes her head. “I’ll catch up with work in the morning. I was too distracted by thoughts of you bending me over the desk.” She says it so innocently, my cock jerks again. “Commando,” she purrs. “I see you’re a man of your word.”

“Don’t ever doubt it.”

“Seems like you should be rewarded for your honesty.” She sinks to her knees and licks her lips.

“Such a fucking temptress.” I push my jeans down, and she fists my cock. Then she uses that sinful mouth on it, licking and sucking, stroking and taking me deep. “That’s my girl,” I grit out through clenched teeth as she works me tighter. “That’s it. Suck harder.” She does, and it tears a primal growl from someplace deep inside me. “So fucking good.” Her eyes are locked on mine, brimming with pleasure. “Scoot back, baby. I need to fuck your mouth.”

She gives me space to stand, and I rise to my feet, caressing her jaw. She rolls her lower lip between her teeth, looking innocent and sexy at once. “You’re so damn beautiful, on your knees for me. Tell me if I go too hard.”

“You won’t.” She guides my cock into her mouth.