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Chapter 5
Jaxon
“Gina, please ask Charlotte to report to my office immediately.” I lift my finger off the intercom button and await her response.
“Certainly, sir.”
I sit back in my chair, my lips twitching into a smile. I’m enjoying playing with this one. She started off so strong, as if she knew exactly what I wanted from her and was willing to give me 110 percent. Over the past few days I’ve watched that determination slowly diminish, and a sense of confusion take over as she struggles to understand me.
The office tasks I have her doing I don’t need her to do. Hell, I’ve had her refile half my shit just because it baffles her that I’d have her do it. It’s way too much fun watching her squirm, wondering when I’m going to make my move. The reality is she knows nothing other than what I intend to show her, which isn’t much until I’m sure I can trust her.
A soft knock on the door and she enters the room. Her eyes meet mine and I smile. I love that she always makes eye contact. No matter how nervous I know she’s feeling inside, her shell is hard. She’s so much more confident than the others…for now, at least. They all lose their spark eventually.
“You called for me?” she asks. Her black skirt hugs her slender hips, and she wears a crisp white shirt with the first two buttons open, giving me a preview of her beautifully rounded breasts. Her nipples stand erect, and my cock twitches at the thought of taking her, here and now. I could fuck her up against the wall or hang her over the balcony ledge. My jaw tenses. I can just imagine how wet that pussy would be for me.
/> “Come in, take a seat.” I gesture in front of me, pretending I’m focused on my laptop. I’m not. All I can think about is the fifty different ways I want to fuck this woman. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
She sits, lifting one leg over the other, the hem of her skirt riding up her milky thighs. God, what I wouldn’t give to be buried balls deep in her right now. I shift in my seat, trying unsuccessfully to calm my erection. I know there’s only one way to ease the pressure built inside me: release.
“I thought we’d have a chat about how you’re settling in,” I say, finally raising my gaze to meet hers. “Are you enjoying working for me?”
“I am,” she replies, lifting an eyebrow. “Though I’m looking forward to my responsibilities increasing.”
I laugh at her less-than-subtle hint. “Really? Do you think you’re ready for that, Charlotte? You have no idea what I expect from you.”
“That’s true, but likewise, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. “I think you think you’re teaching me some kind of lesson, but the truth is you’re the one who’s missing out.” She lets out a laugh and I narrow my eyes. For a brief moment she’s succeeded in doing what I know she’s trying to do—make me want her even more.
I stand up and walk around my desk until I’m standing in front of her. She bites her lip as her eyes travel down my body and rest on my very erect cock. I could so easily let her win this round—because what I wouldn’t do to feel those lips close around my cock—but that’s the thing about games: Winning is much more fun.
I reach out, my fingers lacing through her hair. She gasps, her breath catching in her throat as I grip the back of her head and pull it forward, lowering my own so our lips are merely inches apart.
“All in good time, Charlotte. Trust me, the anticipation makes it so much better.”
She recovers quickly, her smile returning as she stares up at me, her eyes so innocent. God, I just want to fuck that pretty little mouth.
“You can procrastinate all you want, so long as you’re paying my very generous salary.” She stands up and smirks at me. “Was there anything else, Mr. Murphy? Maybe you have some photocopying you’d like me to do.”
I fight the urge to laugh at her comment. I like her wittiness; it’s a refreshing change from what I’m used to.
“That will be all, Charlotte.”
After she leaves, I refuse to fight the urge any longer. I turn the lock on my door and walk over to my laptop, flipping over to the security footage. She’s already back in her room, lying down on her bed, legs crossed.
I reach down and release my zipper, freeing my cock. I take it in my hand and begin to grind it back and forth while watching her, wishing she were on her knees in front of me with my hand firmly on the back of her head, forcing her to take me all in.
I increase the speed of my stroke, a groan escaping me. All I can think about is doing the dirtiest, vilest things to that pussy of hers—things that would make any normal, sane woman run a mile.
Offer them money, though, and they’ll do almost anything.
A bang on my door interrupts me just as I’m about to come. I groan and compose myself as the banging continues. I fix my clothes and then stand up, walking over to the door to release the lock.
Ryan stalks in, annoyed. He throws a glare in my direction.
“You were supposed to have the Ferriman and Legana accounts to me yesterday. Do you know how much money the company will lose if they walk?” He laughs, throwing his hands up as he sinks into my chair, behind my desk. “Wait, what am I talking about? Since when do you care what the fuck is happening with this company?”
“Hello to you too, Ryan,” I reply smoothly. “Make yourself at home.”
“No, don’t give me that,” he rants angrily. “Everyone else might tiptoe around you because you’re a psycho son of a bitch, but I’m done. Either you contribute to this business that I’ve worked my ass off to keep afloat, or get out.”
