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She startles, and coffee spills over the top of her cup and onto the floor between us, hitting our shoes.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She turns to set her half-empty coffee mug on the counter and grabs a handful of napkins, then squats to wipe the floor. “Oh, I got it on your shoes.”
“Makayla,” I say a little more firmly.
Her head snaps up, her blue eyes wide, and my cock instantly hardens. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve imagined her on her knees, staring up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust as she’s taking me down her throat. A growl rumbles in my chest as my cock strains against my slacks, begging to slide between those big, beautiful lips.
“They’re just shoes.” I offer my hand and help her from the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry I startled you.” I shove my hands in my pockets. “If you don’t have anything pressing, we could grab a cup of coffee downstairs.”
“Um, sure. Let me just tell Jane.”
I head over to the elevator to wait for her. She rounds the corner, and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. The elevator opens, and we step inside, standing on opposite sides. I press the button for the lobby and shove my hands in the pockets of my slacks to keep from touching her. Makayla leans against the railing, one leg stretched out, the other bouncing furiously.
“Do you do that a lot?”
She raises her brows. “What?”
I nod to her bouncing knee.
“Sorry,” she says with a tight smile. “It’s a nervous habit.”
“Do I make you nervous?” I smirk.
“A little,” she says softly.
“Why?”
Her brows pinch in confusion. “Um, because you’re the boss?”
I tilt my head. “Is that all?”
She narrows her eyes. “I’m going to kill your sister.”
I bark out a laugh. “Heather didn’t say anything. I’m just messing with you, Makayla.”
She visibly relaxes as the elevator slows to a stop. The doors slide open, and I gesture for her to go first.
“How do you like it here so far?” I ask as we walk side by side to the coffee bar.
She looks over and smiles. “I love it here, Mr. Davis.”
“Call me Cannon.”
She dips her head. “Cannon.”
And once again, my cock hardens at the thought of her sprawled out under me, my name spilling from her lips as I pound into her sweet pussy.
“Cannon?” she says again, pulling me from my thoughts.
I look over at her, brows raised. “Hmm?”
She jerks her head to the barista, who’s wearing a knowing look. “She asked if you wanted a muffin.”
“No, thanks.” I pay for our coffees, and then we slowly make our way back to the elevators.
