Page 93 of The Boss

“Just agree to it, and we’ll never speak to each other again.”

“Fine. But give my people a week to leave.”

“A week,” I agree. “After that, any man left behind will be dealt with.”

He hangs up, and I throw my phone on the desk.

Running my hand down my face, I hear the door creak open.

Juliet walks in with two cups of coffee. She hands me one.

She gives me a sly smile as she takes a sip of her coffee. “You really sound like a mafia boss, you know?”

“Oh yeah? You liked that?” I ask with a smirk.

“Honestly, no.” She looks at me flatly. “But you were going head-to-head, and getting what you wanted was hot.”

“Hmm…so what you’re saying is when we finally start that company we’ve been talking about, you’ll think it’s hot when I get what I want?” I question.

She snickers. “No, when you do what you just did. Telling him what you want and not backing down.”

I grab her waist and lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. I place a rough kiss on her lips.

“Bella, this outfit is killing me.”

She laughs. “It’s a tank top and sleep shorts I wear every morning.”

“And every morning it kills me watching you wear this,” I grit out.

She snorts. “Gino, I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“Hmm, I think it is.” I turn us around and set her down on my desk.

My cock is straining against my pants, and I need relief. But first I need her ready.

She bites her lip and looks at me with seductive eyes. She looks down and then makes eye contact with me.

“Looks like you could use some help with that,” she says as she stands from the desk.

“Could I?” I ask.

“Go sit in your office chair.”

Oh, so she’s taking control now.

I stride over to my desk and sit down.

“Juliet, what should I do now?” I stare at her as she stands in front of me.

“Take your cock out and start jerking it,” she instructs me.

I don’t hesitate to spit in my hand and follow her instructions.

“You’re being a very good boy right now.”

Fuck. If she says that again, I will come.

“Bella, please tell me I can touch you,” I say.