Page 34 of Mr. Perfect

“I’m kidding, Jesus. Five, fine, whatever. But we already had sex this morning. So how the hell do we get to five now?”

“It’s too late,” she says. “That’s my point. It would’ve been fun if I was in another place in my life, but I’m not. I’m leaving this job and I’m certainly not starting a relationship with my new boss thirteen days before that happens.”

“We’ll do five dates then. No sex for five dates.”

“What part of this aren’t you hearing? I’m not dating you.”

“I have news for you, Miss Hatcher. You are dating me. And this is date number one. I took you here, you got gifts, a little foreplay, and it counts as one.”

She tries to hide her smile by looking down at my dick, but then she gets embarrassed and flushes a bright pink. I take this opportunity to slip my hand between her legs and play with her pussy.

“Mac,” she whispers, placing her hand over mine. “We’re not having sex.”

I withdraw, but then grab her hand and place it where mine just was. “Fine. We won’t. But that doesn’t mean you can’t get off before you go out for a night with the girls.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I place my hand tightly over her lips and lean in. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. Only you can touch you. I’ll just touch me.”

Her eyes dart down to my hand as it unbuckles my belt, releases the button and zipper, and fists my long, hard cock.

She’s still staring at my hand when I wiggle my fingertips against her pussy again. “Get busy, Miss Hatcher, or I’ll have to take care of business for you.”

Ellie’s chest rises and falls rapidly, like her heart is beating wildly. God, it fucking turns me on.

“I want to rip this whole fucking dress off you, bend you over, and fuck you from behind.”

“If you do,” she says softly, “then we start the five dates over again.”

“Ahhh.” I laugh. “So we’re on, then? This is date one. But I get something too. Every date I get to tell you what to do and you have to do it.”

“Like what?” she exclaims.

“Get naked and pour me coffee? Isn’t that what office romances are all about? Maybe tie your hands with my tie? Make you bend over and pick up paperclips.” I chuckle at the stupidity of it. She’s not laughing, but that’s OK. “With no underwear on?”

“No one does that,” she says. “That’s some porn-movie fantasy that only men have.”

“Really? Only men, huh?” I finger her pussy again and she’s slick. So fucking ready. “I think you’re having that fantasy right now. So date number one, we play with ourselves until we come. Deal?”

“That’s not my idea of a date, Mac.”

God, I love hearing her say my name. “It is now. And I already explained the reasons why it qualifies. So deal?”

“What do I have to lose?” she says. “Except my dignity.”

“How am I robbing you of that by doing this? It’s fun, Ellie. And no one has to know.”

“People already know.”

“They don’t know shit. So tell me it’s a deal and we can get busy. You have no idea how much I looked forward to coming into work today just so I could see you. But we can save that conversation until tomorrow’s date. Now play with your pussy until I tell you to stop.”

She shakes her head no, but she’s chewing on that fingernail again. I’m getting the feeling that the fingernail chew means she likes something, but is afraid to admit she likes it.

“Do it,” I command. “Now. Before someone walks in.”

She glances over at the door with wide eyes.

“You like that, don’t you? You like the idea of getting caught. I can tell.”

“Why—”

“Do it, Ellie. I’m tired of asking.”