Page 21 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

She nods. “There are some questions I need answered.”

“Like what?”

One fingertip taps at the small hoop I wear on my eyebrow, then the diamond in my left nostril. “Are these your only piercings?” she asks.

That makes me laugh. “What do you think?”

“The girls in Accounting⁠—”

I put my finger to her lips. “Don’t care about them. Only you.”

She blows against my finger. “I am guessing you have at least one nipple pierced.”

“Do you have thoughts about that?” I ask.

“I think it’s so damn sexy. But can I see?”

“You can see whatever you want.” With that, I step slightly away from her and pull off my shirt. I toss it on the chair in the far corner of the room.

She wastes no time getting her hands on my torso. “Both pierced,” she says. Her thumbs rub across the barbells bisecting my nipples, and I groan in response. “Sensitive?”

“Very.”

“Any other metal I should know about?”

“Are you asking if my dick is pierced?”

“Holy shit! Is it?” Her fingers trace over one of the intricate tattoos on my stomach.

I reach between us and unbutton, then unzip my jeans. I don’t do anything else, just open things so she can explore if she wants.

“You look like a mafia boss with all this dark ink and your piercings,” she says.

“Know a lot of mafia bosses, do you?”

“Well, you know how Saddle Creek is,” she deadpans.

I chuckle, but that laugh ends abruptly when Mia slides her hand in the front of my boxer briefs.