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As he turns for his office, Maddie checks out his ass, subtly swiping her tongue across her upper lip. She turns her head and catches me staring, andthistime, I don't try to hide it.
"Do you need help cleaning up?" Maddie asks. She wants to help me finish, so I’ll leave. So she can get him alone in his office. Not going to happen. That little twat has no idea who she’s dealing with.
Shelly pops her head inside through the front doors. "Maddie, are you getting an Uber or do you want a ride? I'm leaving."
Maddie hesitates for a moment, then dips her shoulders. “Fine,” she says, as she turns and walks to the front door. I'd never believe it, but for once, Shelly is making my life easier. But just to make sure, I go to the door and watch them get into Shelly’s car before I close and lock the doors.
I fill a bag of ice and head down the hallway.
My heart pounds as I approach Jamie's office. Why? Maybe because I thought he wanted me here, and now it feels like he doesn’t. And I shouldn’t want to be here either, so I don’t know why that hurts so much,
His door is open. "Knock, knock." I cringe at my own words. Jamie doesn't look up from his desk, and a strange moment of silence passes. It's just as strange between us as it was in the car last night. "I brought you ice."
He glances up, but doesn't meet my eyes. "Thanks."
When I hand him the ice, my fingers graze his wrist, and he clears his throat. "You can head home now," he says.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No." His response is too quick. Maybe he's just in a mood because he got punched in the face. That would upset me, too.
"I'm sorry I was late. I tried to call you. But I almost ran out of gas, and then there was an accident."
"It's fine, Lara."
I've never heard his tone this rough. Wow, I am such an idiot. He begged me back, and for what? Just to be a dick to me? And here I am, rushing to his side.
"You're the one who wanted me to come back, Jamie. But I don't need to be here, so if you don't want me working here, then I won't."
I spin around to leave, and his chair abruptly slides back, his hand darting out and touching my wrist. "Wait." His voice is softer, and as he drops his arm, his cheeks flush red. "I'm sorry."
"I just feel like you're angry with me. You were short with me all afternoon, and I know I was late, and I'm sorry about that, but it doesn't seem like you want me here."
He hesitates. "It's not that." He furrows his eyebrows, and I can see a bruise already forming beneath the cut on his cheek.
"Then what is it?"
He's still avoiding looking me in the eye. "I got upset because I thought you weren't coming."
What? "I don't understand."
He meets my eyes. "When you're next to me, all I can think about is holding you. Kissing you. You make me feel things I'm not used to feeling, and I don't know how to handle it. And I feel terrible because we work together and I shouldn't be having these feelings. But there's something about you I just can't ignore anymore. And I know I said we shouldn't sleep together, but—"
His words might as well be the words from my own lips, because what he is saying is exactly how I feel. The urge to close the gap between us is too strong, and I can't hold myself back from him. I reach to him with my hands, locking my fingers in his hair, and I pull his face to meet mine. I press my lips to his. He opens his lips and our tongues meet.
It's different this time. I told myself I'd never do this with him again, but there's a magnet between us, and I can't deny it. I move my hands to wrap around his neck. We're moving even faster than we did the first time. Having once already breached this boundary of intimacy, the floodgates of our passion burst wide open, allowing us to skip right past the scary steps. I grab his shirt by the tails and tug it up and over his head as he works to free the buttons on my uniform.
He yanks down my lacy pink bra, freeing my breasts, and as he leans forward to wrap his lips around my nipple, I moan, tangling my fingers into his hair.
I bite the skin on his neck. "I want you." My whisper is heavy in his ear. "Fuck me, Jamie."
He growls at my words. His sexy snarl soaks my panties. I slide his pants down, and his erection is hard, aimed straight at me. He cups my buttocks, lifting me into the air, and lays me on the small cot in the corner of the room. He pulls down my shorts.
I spread myself open for him, inviting him to enter, but he pauses above me, looking into my eyes. My heart is pounding in my ears, and my stomach flips at the prolonged eye contact. I'd never noticed the hazel specks in his eyes, and he suddenly looks different.
There's a light stubble on his chin, and dark circles that have nothing to do with his bruise. He leans down and kisses me again, but this time, when his tongue meets mine, we don't close our eyes.
At that moment, he presses his stiff manhood against me and I lift my hips to help him enter. As he slides inside me, I moan through our kiss. We're still staring into each other's eyes, and when he is as deep inside me as he can go, he slides himself out again. Before withdrawing, he pumps himself deep inside me again as his kiss becomes more passionate. Reaching behind him with my hands, I press my fingers against his butt, pulling him toward me and guiding his hips as they rise and fall with mine.
