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I’m nervous. Of course I am. I don’t know what he’ll do when I get around to the other side of his desk. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get closer.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to touch me.
Mr. Leblanc creates a little more space between his chair and his desk. As soon as I’m within reach, he puts a hand on my waist and pulls me into his lap.
If putting my hands on his desk and letting him touch me was wrong, this is a thousand times worse.
He settles me over him, straddling his lap. I’m light-headed from lack of oxygen. If anyone walked in before, I could have straightened up. Now, with my thighs spread and my panties brushing the front of his pants…
They’d know.
They’dsee.
My face goes hotter than the worst sunburn of my life, which I got in ninth grade. I’d gotten a job selling concessions at the city pool and ended up selling bottled pop from a tray.
Eight hours. No hat. You can see how it was.
He guides my palms to the front of his shirt. Through the expensive cloth, I can feel his heart beating.
I’m probably not supposed to ask questions, but...
“Mr. Leblanc, what—” I’m breathless. “What will you do if someone walks in?”
“You can only hope no one does before I’m finished with you.” His eyes trace over me, lingering on exposed skin. There’s not much of it. I’m dressed appropriately for work. That makes the position feel even dirtier. My skirt. His dress shirt and slacks. “Keep your hands where they are.”
I keep my palms over his heartbeat while his hands move.
He pushes my skirt farther up my thighs, then skims his knuckles over the gusset of my panties.
Mr. Leblanc’sblue eyes darken. “Interesting. You like paying debts with your body?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Then why are you so wet?” he murmurs, and then he leans in and kisses me.
Most people are actually terrible at multitasking, but not Will Leblanc. It’s a deep kiss. Confident. Like I owe it to him, which I do.
It’s the same way he touches me. Mr. Leblanc pushes the fabric of my panties to the side and strokes me. I’ve been thinking about him constantly and the real sensation is almost too much to bear. My hips try to tilt away, but he puts a hand at my waist and holds me still.
Okay. I’ll stay. I’ll stand it. It’s pleasure, no matter how intense it is.
He unbuttons my jacket. Undoes the top button of my shirt, and the second. Reaches under my bra. He tastes my mouth more deeply and as he does, as I fall into the kiss, he pinches my nipple.
I moan into his mouth.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “You liked that.” He does it again, and then his fingers are more insistent between my legs. Two fingers push inside me. “You liked it quite a bit, Bristol.”
“What, is that—is that not allowed? Do I have to hate it in order to pay you back?”
“Some men might prefer that.”
“Not you?”
He pulls back so I can see his eyes. Studies mine. It’s a sharp, searching look, and I feel naked underneath it, like he can see through to my heart and all the filthy thoughts in my head.
“To be clear, I’d like to make you cry.” A flash in his eyes. Hedoeswant that. I understand, in a heartbeat, that he’s holding back. There’s a side of Will Leblanc that he never brings into the office. A dark bedroom, maybe. A locked room. That’s where he might let it out. “But you’d enjoy yourself even more.”
I shake my headno,but he’s right. I know he is.
