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“Because of the report?”
“Correct. Why isn’t it finished?”
“I’m still working on it.”
“Are you sure you’re doing that or are you flirting during work time?”
“I wasn’t flirting.”
I stand up and stride toward her. She visibly shudders, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
“What did I say yesterday?”
“W-what?”
“After you came all over my fingers, what did I say?” I extend a hand and she closes her eyes, her lips shaking before they press together, but I reach around her and click the door shut.
At that, she startles, her eyes opening and moving up to look at me. There’s an expectation etched on her delicate features mixed with polar opposite uncertainty. She’s always been a spectrum of wild, uncontained emotions.
“What did I say, Gwyneth?”
“That you will…take care of my sexual urges.”
“And do you know what that means?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“It means you’ll break up with that boyfriend, effective immediately. You’ll stop flirting with him or getting on his bike.”
Her lips tremble, but there’s a fire in her eyes, the blue trying to overthrow the green and smother the gray. “No.”
I grab her by the chin and use it to lift her head. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“I like the back of Chris’s Harley and you’re not going to take that away from me.”
“You will end it and that’s final.”
“No.”
“You don’t want me to fucking make you, Gwyneth.”
I can tell she’s equal part scared and excited by the way she flinches a little.
“Do you want me to make you? Is that it?” My voice lowers as I rake my gaze over her modest curves and those legs that have been over my shoulder not twenty-four hours ago.
She watches me intently but doesn’t say anything, so I continue, “Do you want me to pound my fingers into that tight pussy of yours again until you scream? Or maybe I will use my cock this time and fuck you so thoroughly, you won’t have the space of mind to think about any kid.”
Her lips part open and she sucks in a sharp breath before she says, “If you want me to stop, then you stop as well.”
“Stop what?”
“Picking up Aspen.” She clinks her nails hard, the sound escalating with every second. “Stop smiling at her, flirting with her, all of it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I saw you yesterday. You went out together for lunch and never came back.”
“Because we had meetings with judges.”
