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I shouldn’t have ignored the warning that my brain had been constantly sending me earlier. Now it wasn’t just a warning. It was the truth.
Sam had only wanted dessert.
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Chapter Fifteen
“I got the first statistics for the biscuits advertisement campaign.” Standing beside Sam at his office desk, I propped my elbows on the desk to give him a better view of my tablet. “Not bad for the first week, huh?”
Sam leaned closer and extended a hand to scroll through the pages of flow charts and percentages. “Not bad at all. Well done to you and your team, Lucille, as always.”
“Thank you, Mr Webb. Have you had a chance to look at the proposal for the new Michaels account?”
Sam settled back in his chair. “Just a brief look, yes.”
He finished his sentence with an ironic smirk. His ogle at me was nothing close to brief. Of course, he would. The way I was leaning on his desk made my butt pop out. One-quarter of a swivel on his chair and Sam would see all the skin hidden beneath my skirt. Though with the way he was already licking the corner of his lips, I may be convinced that Sam had x-ray vision.
I stood up straight, feigning ignorance at his blatant staring. “Can you give me a solid reply by today? Got a tight deadline on that one and my team is all hyped up to bring that proposal to life. Your go-ahead is all we’re waiting for.”
“When did I ever say no to anything you dropped onto my lap?” Extending his two long arms, Sam grabbed my hips and tugged me backwards to sit in his lap.
“Perfect. I’ll let the team know. Oh, and I’ll be needing that go-ahead in writing too.” Trying hard to focus on the tablet in hand, I began typing an email to my team.
“Anything you want, sunshine.” Sam kissed my neck at just the right spot while attempting to steal the tablet from my clutch.
I held my tablet away from him. “Uh-huh. I have to send this email first. The boss set a pretty tight deadline, remember?”
“Who’s the fun-sucker using the boss card now, huh?”
Never have I ever typed an email as fast as today. With Sam’s fingertips triggering a trail of goosebumps along my arm, my mind had almost switched off my sense of reason and my dictionary. At least I did have just enough sensibility left to catch the typo in my closing phrase ‘good luck’. Phew!
Sam’s hand moved to my thigh, skimming beneath my skirt. “Fuck. Is this new?” His finger hooked in one of the straps of my garter belt.
Yes, I wore a garter belt to work. That was how much I had the hots for the boss. And since Sam seemed to particularly like my underwear choices, I bought a few hosiery pieces more daring than usual. Now, seeing Sam’s eyes light up with that instant desire, I was assured it was money well spent. I figured my relationship with Sam was all about sex. So why not? Why not make his dick hard with just the thought of knowing he cannot touch until the clock strikes five?
I set my tablet aside on his desk. Then looped my arms around his neck. “Figured you’d like it.”
“Like it? Are you kidding? Can you not feel my cock poking your thigh?”
Just then, his desk phone rang. With a sigh, almost frustrated, Sam hit the answer button.
“Mr Webb, your ten o’clock is here. ”
His hand returned to caressing my thigh and further up, as he replied to the receptionist on the speakerphone with utmost composure. “Thank you, Clarissa. Please escort our guest to the conference room. Tell him we’recoming soon.”
“Will do, sir.”
The line went dead at the perfect timing, just as a gasp came out of my mouth in reaction to his finger teasing my clit. My hand flew out to clutch his wrist. I knew all too well how easy it was to get lost in Sam’s rousing touch. So I stopped him. “You naughty man. You know we don’t have time for this.”
“Then why did you forget your panties at home but you remembered to wear this?” His fingers pinched on the elastic straps of my garter belt, stretched it and let it go to smack on my skin. “Clearly a failproof plan to seduce your boss.”
I leaned down to his ears and whispered in my most seductive tone. “It’s for the unofficial meeting with my boss after hours.”
Those words made Sam freeze for a second. Then he reeled his hands away from under my skirt like he was shocked by an electrical current. A stern expression clouded over his face.
“Speaking of unofficial meetings, I’ve been wondering.” Sam began. “Now that you’re free as a bird with your own empty nest, how about we take this beyond these closed doors.”
“This?”
