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“Yes, Ms. Smith?” He didn’t raise his gaze from her ass.
“I said the files are right here.”
He rolled his chair forward, his knees hit the back of hers with enough force to buckle them, and she fell backward into his lap. His arm descended around her waist like a steel band, stopping her from scrambling away.
“Mr. Dawson, you’re acting,” she paused, “inappropriately.”
His hand tightened on her hip as he leaned forward and studied the computer screen. “I’m working, Ms. Smith. You’re the one being inappropriate and rubbing your ass against my crotch.”
“I am not rubbing my ass against your…”
Shit. She was, indeed, rubbing her ass vigorously against his erection.
He groaned into her ear and cupped her right breast, kneading it gently as he tasted the side of her neck before inhaling. “You smell so good, Jane.”
“We said we weren’t going to do this again.” Her voice was unsteady.
“You don’t want me?” He unbuttoned her blouse with deft fingers and slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra.
“You’ve been a jerk all day and – oh God!” She couldn’t stop her moan when his fingers tugged on her nipple.
“I have been a jerk,” he murmured into her ear. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
“H-how?” She arched her back when he pulled on her nipple again.
“I think a transgression as egregious as this requires a pussy eating as an apology. Don’t you?”
“Oh hell, yes,” she said before she came to her senses and shook her head. “I mean, no.”
“No?” He sucked on her earlobe before sliding his hand to her other breast and playing with her nipple. “You don’t like having your pussy eaten, Ms. Smith?”
“It’s not appropriate.” She ground her ass against his dick. “We said we wouldn’t do this again.”
“No, we said we wouldn’t fuck again,” he said. “I don’t remember anything about pussy eating.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it as he grinned at her. “Come by my house after work, and I’ll eat your pussy until you feel I’ve adequately apologized for my behaviour today.”
Oh, God. Her panties were so wet she was afraid she was going to leave a damp spot on her skirt and his pants. She wanted desperately to say yes. She wanted to forget about what a terrible, horrible, no good idea it was to sleep with her boss and go for it. Only, she had responsibilities, and as much as she wanted Luke, she couldn’t go to his house tonight. She had a shift at the club and couldn’t miss it.
“I can’t,” she said. “I have plans.”
“Your second job?”
She stiffened, and he squeezed her breast before rubbing her thigh with his other hand.
“How do you know about that?” She asked.
“Amy mentioned it to me.”
Now, he would ask her what club it was, and she would have to lie to his face. There was no way she would tell him what club she worked at. He’d fire her for sure. He surprised her when, instead of asking her where she worked, he said, “I guess I’ll have to apologize right now.”
He had her legs spread, and his hand stuck up her skirt before she knew what was happening.
“Stockings,” he said appreciatively as he stroked the top of her thigh. “Very nice, little Jane.”
She flushed and tried to close her legs, but he was faster than her. His hand cupped her pussy through her silk panties, and he rubbed at her clit through the wet fabric.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she squeezed the arms of his chair. “Mr. Dawson, we cannot do this in the office.”
