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I was in trouble.
He pushed past the door to his office. When we reached inside, he released his grip on my wrist before moving to a small cupboard in the back. A few seconds later, he reappeared.
But this time, he took his seat.
“Come here.”
Come here. The last time I did, it didn't end well.
“I should just—”
“No.” He growled.
Familiar shivers pricked my spine, but I stood my ground. “No.”
His nostrils flared, and in a flash, he was in front of me. I could barely register what happened when he picked me up. A low yelp fell through my lips, and suddenly, he was seated. I was, too. On his lap.
The feeling of his muscular thighs on my ass was ethereal… hot. I squirmed in his lap, struggling to get up. It had the opposite effect as one arm circled my waist in a firm grip.
Fuck. I held my breath.
For a moment, it all paused. I paused before his groan reached my ears. “Be still.”
I struggled to steady my breathing as his hot breath fanned my ear. Suddenly, every part of my body bled… with need.
“What happened?” Slowly, both of his hands snaked past my waist to my thighs.
Sweat beaded my forehead. I knew why. I was sitting… on my boss’ lap, facing forward.
His breathing shallowed. Large hands held a big chunk of the cotton wool before dabbing it against the tip of the spirit. I wriggled against him and gasped when I felt something.
His free hand tightened against my other one, his voice coming out a low mumble. “Move again, and you’ll end up feeling sore in more than one place.”
I felt his words on my neck. Heat surged through my being and collapsed my inside. I needed air.
I held his hands when he brought the cotton wool closer to my finger.
“It's.. It’s huge.” I whimpered. Both the wool and his wood.
He grunted, parting his thighs ever so slightly. “I know you can take it like a good girl.”
My breath hitched as he dabbed the cut. The burn I felt was nothing compared to the heat between my thighs. I moaned in pain.
He rubbed the area beneath my finger for a while before his other hand fell to my hips to rub soothingly. I felt every circle of his thumb through my silk skirt. Slowly, he leaned in until our heads were almost touching I could feel his heat.
“What happened?”
“I don—”
He gripped my hips firmly. “What happened, Evie? I won't ask again.” Raw anger dripped in his words.
“It was an accident.”
“Go on.”
“I went to see… a rob—”
He breathed harshly. “Those doors are secure. Who allowed you in?”
