Page 19 of Sinful Abandon

I can’t have him making a scene, calling out my name from the hallway. If anyone learns of our secret affair, I’m fucked.

I open the door, do a quick look right and left to ensure the coast is clear, and then yank Ryan by the tie, hurling him inside the room.

“College?” My voice is low but harsh.

Ryan curiously eyes me, surprised by my reaction.

“Yes,” he says cautiously. “How old did you think I was?”

I slam my hand to my forehead. “I don’t know. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight…”

“Twenty-one,” he verifies.

My hands fly wildly up in the air. “Well, at least you’re able to drink. I can strike aiding and abetting a minor off my list of horrors.”

His head tilts to the side. “Are you…mad?”

Am I mad? Is he kidding me? How did he think I would react when I found out he was still in the days of beer pong and frat parties?

“You’re a child, Ryan. Don’t you think that’s something you should have brought up last night?”

“A child?” he stammers, unhappy with the label. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

I motion for him to be quiet. I don’t need the whole office hearing this conversation.

Ryan is having none of it. “You didn’t think I was a child last night when I was sucking on your clit.”

His words knock the wind out of my system. “No one can find out about last night. If Jarrod—”

“Is that who you were here to seduce last night? Jarrod Bellomy?” He says Jarrod’s name like it’s the vilest thing in the world. “Help me understand this. It’s okay to fuck the boss, but you’re embarrassed by the intern.”

His face is a sneer, so different from the man I was with last night.

He leans back on his heels, his chin rising a touch. “I get it. No, it’s not really an age thing or even a position thing. Let me ask you, Heather, what would you think of me if I told you I had millions just waiting for me in a trust fund when I graduate?”

He moves toward me, that incredible frame of his towering over me. His hard muscles are defined through the crisp white shirt. He pins me with his hips against the copy machine and lifts me in one swift motion. “If I were loaded, filthy fucking rich, would you think of me as a boy”—he pushes his groin into me, and I gasp as his powerful erection presses hard against the apex of my thighs—“or a man?”

On instinct, I swing a leg around his hip. The feeling of him on top of me is so familiar, so right. He runs the tip of his nose up mine and threatens me with a kiss. My mouth parts as he draws closer and away. Closer and away. He’s teasing me, tempting me with the thought of feeling his mouth on mine again.

I raise my arms to put them on him, anywhere, somewhere, but they’re halted midair when he catches them by the wrists and holds them away from him.

His body tenses beneath my leg. My eyes open to see the cobalt hot with anger.

“Too bad I don’t have a goddamn pot to piss in.” He throws my arms down and steps back. His jaw is clenched.

If he could spit on me, I’m sure he would.

I take a few shaky breaths. “You have it all wrong. This has nothing to do with money. I woke up this morning, and I was the happiest I’ve been in years.” I can’t believe how things have changed. “I broke up with Jarrod. I wanted to see where this thing would take us.”

A deep breath escapes his lips, and with it, some of the anger also leaves his eyes. He takes a step back toward me, the beautiful smile I saw last night back on his lips. “Then, let’s see where this thing takes us.”

“No.” I hold out my hand, halting him from coming too close.

He furrows his brows and looks away. He knows exactly what I am going to say.

“You’re still my intern.”

“I’ll give it up.”