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Speaking of a bombshell, am I doing something I shouldn’t be? I have morals. Maybe not after a ton of champagne, but I refuse to be the other woman. I already feel guilty about what happened, uncertain if he does indeed have a girlfriend. It’s one thing I need to clear up before we go any further. Do I even want this to go further?
I’ll admit it. A guy has never made me feel this way physically. Sex has always been just sex for me—fun and unremarkable. Is it pathetic that at twenty-three, I have never been in love? Or at least I don’t think I have. I’ve lusted after men. Had the whole butterflies-in-my-belly kind of feelings, but never earth-shattering, axis-tilting, life-changing love. Until. . . now.
Gah! There’s no way I feelthatway.
Do I?
Crud. . .
I’m not blind to how different we are. Let’s be honest; the whole opposites attract thing is a total myth, right? There’s no chance he—we—us. . . “Okay, enough spiraling.” I need to flat out ask him. We’re mature adults. I can just come out with it.Do you have a girlfriend and what the ever-loving fuck are we doing?Yep, sounds perfect.
Since I know better than to bother him before his coffee, I complete that task, then knock on his door, and walk in. “Morning.” He’s on a call. Without interrupting, I set his cup down and leave.
“I’ll call you back. Fay?”
I turn back. “Yeah?”
“Shut the door and sit down.” Okay then. Maybe things haven’t changed between us. I guess it’s business as usual. I take the seat across from his desk. “How’s your father?”
“He’s fine. I spent the last two days making healthy meals for him that don’t sacrifice too much taste. The benefits of having a chef as a daughter.”
“We need to discuss us.”
His tone is so serious.
“Okay.” I cross my legs, my breath catching in my throat. He takes too long to speak, and I twist my fingers.
“I want you in my bed.”
Okay.Wow.That wasnotwhat I was expecting him to say. “Where now?”
“Do you need me to explain?”
Kind of. “Well, that can mean a lot of things.” I love the way his lips curl at the edges. The way his hands clench and unclench. And I find it extremely attractive that my response is causing him slight discomfort.
“It means I want you naked and under me. Or on top of me, if you prefer. But in my bed. As in, all mine, as often as we can. Is that something you want, Fay?”
Now, it’s me who’s squirming. I press my thighs together and lick my bottom lip, trying to buy myself some time. Inhaling slowly, I reply, “Sounds intriguing, but I need more details.” Oh Lord, the way his gaze drops to my mouth. It’s as if he’s undressing me with his eyes. There’s a good chance when I leave this chair, there will be a wet spot in my place.
“Is that so. . .?” He stands and rounds his desk. “You want to know exactly how I plan to have you bare for me? Your legs spread just for me. My tongue licking your sweet cunt until you’re shaking around me.” He leans back against his desk, and my knees brush against his thighs. “Do you want me to go on, or do you have an idea of what I mean?”
I clear my throat. “Maybe go on. Still unclear.” I know I’m asking for trouble, but I need him to admit what he wants.
He leans forward. His hands run up my thighs, stopping just short of my panty line. My body shivers at his touch. It’s impossible to hide how he affects me.
“I want to fuck you until you can’t speak. Taste every single inch of you.” Moving closer, he cups my chin and brushes his thumb across my lower lip. “I want to explore this mouth with my cock because I bet these lips would feel amazing wrapped around me.”
He presses on my lip, and my mouth slowly opens. “Have you ever thought about that, Fay? Because I have. More times than I can count. And now that I know what a naughty little assistant you are, I think it’s only fair to show you what a bad boss I can be. The question is, do you want that?”
I don’t know how to answer. Mainly because he’s rendered me speechless. My entire body buzzes with need, and I want everything he’s offered. Every single naughty thing. “I do,” I reply more breathlessly than intended.
He pulls away and moves back in his chair. “Then there are some things we need to clear up.” And back to business. “This has to stay between us. No one can know.”
“Ah, you want me to be your dirty little secret.”
Anger blazes across his face. “That’s not what I fucking said.”
“Isn’t it, though?No one can know.” His disrespect has me standing. “Yeah, no thanks.”
