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This is what you really came here for.
What we’ve both waited so long to do.
Chapter Seven
Brynn
This isn’t normal. This isn’t how people behave. Is it?
Holy freaking cannoli, I’ve never been so wet in my life.
I’ve never felt my heart race like this, smashing against my ribs as I watch him stroke himself to full attention while he calmly speaks on the phone.
His dark eyes, black with his arousal as they bore into mine. I can feel my thighs pressing together as my own arousal grows. Trying desperately to stop. Fighting the sudden urge to touch myself in front of him, but it’s as though his eyes are hands.
His stern eyes are a thousand fingers, stroking and curling around every inch of me. Making me want to unzip him as well as myself.
Oh my god! What am I even thinking?
Anyone else I’d be running.
I should be screaming. Calling him out for being a lecherous pig.
But it isn’t just anyone, is it? It’s Pearce freaking Masters.
Man of the freaking decade. And that cock isn’t gonna pleasure itself, is it?
It’s not just the sight of Pearce, or the calmness which he’s showing himself off that’s making me weak in the knees.
It’s because this is the one thing I secretly wanted to happen.
As soon as I saw the man I wondered what he looks like under that suit, and something tells me I’m about to get a lesson in anatomy starting with his huge man meat.
I swallow hard, try to anyway. My tongue catches in my dry mouth as I try to feel anything but pure attraction to the man.
He’s a showoff.
A loudmouth.
An asshole who’s…
He is kind. Helpful.
Handsome in an obvious way. Kinda cute in a strange way.
Like a man you love to be annoyed by… tell yourself you hate him but really? Really you know it’s because you’ve fallen hard for him.
I’m watching his eyes, greedy now as they move over my body. He’s shifted to seat himself on the edge of the huge wooden desk.
His hand casually stroking himself as he gives instructions over the phone, pausing a little to listen to whoever he’s talking to.
But he never takes his eyes off me, not even for a second.
He could have made your day a thousand times worse, and look! The guy’s practically ordering you to get on your knees and worship that dick.
Or does he want me on his desk on my hands and knees?
“…Just! Process their terminations and severance, okay?” he finally says with a clinical air.
“Unless you’d care to add your own name to the lis— Ah. Alright then? Thank you,” he sighs with feigned drama as he leans over to return the phone to the receiver.
“I won’t let anything like what happened before happen to you ever again, Brynn. Understand?” he says, resting one hand in his lap now.
The other extended towards me.
“C’mere,” he murmurs after a pause, repeating it twice with increasing intensity until I finally move closer.
My feet are frozen. I can barely move, my legs feeling like a newborn foal’s.
Unsteady.
Unsure.
But eventually, I’m close enough for his fingers to barely touch mine.
We both let out a gasp and he tries to make a joke. “See? I don’t bite after all,” he says, but we both feel it.
I do anyway, that’s for damned sure.
This thing between us? It’s a hell of a lot more than just me hiding in his car or him wanting to show me his elephant trunk impression with the front of his pants.
And it’s sure as hell bigger than me trying to act tough. Making out like I have a life waiting for me someplace else.
I’ve run all my life. And today of all days it’s starting to feel like I can finally stop.
Not just stop running for one day. Not just stop the running in my mind either.
But stop running for good.
Forever.
“Go lock the doors,” Pearce says firmly. His eyes register my near shock at his command but his cocked brow and slight grin tell me I’m safer here with him and what he’s about to do to me than anywhere else.
“You’re too brash to be answering phones, too… sassy,” he muses loudly, letting me know somehow that he’s following the curves of my ass as I turn my back on him.
“Thanks,” I chime sarcastically, almost half-wondering what he really means.
If that’s a compliment, I wonder what constructive criticism from this guy feels like.
Although I know what happens to people he doesn’t like. They get fired.
Turning around and leaning on the doors after I lock them, I groan and then gasp in disbelief, needing to prop myself up from behind with the giant door.
Pearce has seized his moment alright.
While my back was turned he shed his jacket off, unbuttoned half his shirt, and is now running that hand up and down the thick line of his arousal at the front of his pants.
