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A hiss whistled through her lips as I thumbed the nipple and pulled on it softly. “Like that?”
“Mmm,” she moaned.
I leaned back to watch her squirm under my touch. One hand stroking her ass, the other palming her plump tit, she turned into a quivering, needy vixen.
“What else do you want?” I ground out.
“Can I show you?” she asked breathily.
I kissed her neck, her soft lips. “Please do.”
I expected her to bring my hand someplace else. Maybe to her wet little pussy so I could finger her until she lost control. Just thinking of the pleasure I could give her nearly made me come in my pants like a teenager. Instead, she wiggled away from my touch, putting space between us. With a slight smile, she slid from my lap and knelt before me. She looked like a fantasy, from messy hair to swollen lips and tight nipples.
My heart thudded in my chest, cock jerking as she ran her hands up my legs and palmed my dick through my slacks.
"Violet," I groaned out. We shouldn't be doing this. She worked for me. Worked in my home. If we went that far, there'd be no coming back.
She stroked up and down my shaft, and my stomach quivered. With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I shot off the couch and took a step away from her.
She fell back on her haunches, staring at me wide-eyed. “What...what's wrong?”
Her breathy voice and kneeling position had my cock protesting my decision. I turned away from her, exhaling roughly to calm myself. If I looked at her in this moment, I might as well throw in the towel, part her thighs, and...
“Fuck.” I fisted my hands in my hair, pulling on the ends. The sting brought me back to the present.
I heard shuffling behind me, then her voice again, sounding small and unsure.
“Shawn, did I do something wrong?”
I whirled on her, and she took an involuntary step back. She was confused, and I was just standing there stupidly, not explaining myself. She looked so frightened and worried. I wanted to pull her into my arms, but knowing what had just happened and how easily I lost control when I was close to her, I had to walk away until I couldn't reach for her, even if I wanted to.
“Please, talk to me,” she whispered.
“I can't do it,” I said on an exhale.
Her brows wrinkled, eyes narrowed. She was trying to work out the reason. I imagined she already felt there was something wrong with her.
“It's not you, Violet,” I said. “It's...I'm your boss,” I blurted out. “I can't sleep with you. Hell, I shouldn't have kissed you.”
“I'm not complaining,” she muttered.
“It’s still not right. I don't do it. And I won't start with you.”
“Oh...”
"It would never work, Violet. Best we don't start what wouldn't end well."
Her lips trembled, but she nodded as if coming to terms with my words. "Alright. I understand.”
I schooled my features. I’d made my point. Anything else would be pouring alcohol on an open wound. She still stood in place, hands folded before her. One of us had to leave; I had to leave. If not, I may just say fuck it and kiss her pouty lips again, then I'd undermine everything I’d just said.
Teeth gritted, I walked across the room. I tried not to look at Violet, but my peripheral vision betrayed me. As I drew close to her, her eyes widened, lips parted. Her mouth started to move, but then I brushed past her and picked up my phone. Keeping my head down, I left the living room.
The study always calmed me. It was where I did my best work. Pondering over financials, striking deals over the phone, and thinking of ways to push my businesses forward. My boys respected the sanctity of my study. They only came in if need be and kept their voices low when they did. My sanctuary. Right now, though, I was a fucking coward hiding in here.
I couldn't sit still long enough to do anything work-related. The pages before me blurred, and I flung the files across the desk. They skipped over the wooden surface and fell to the floor.
"Shit!" I ran my hands down my face. "What have I done?"
