Page 118 of His Good Girl

“Ms. Hale,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re early.”

“Good morning, Ben.”

His gaze moved over my face, then lower, lingering briefly on the skirt. “I see you’ve embraced corporate fashion.”

I shifted slightly, feeling awkward under his scrutiny. “IsCallumin his office?”

“In a meeting,” Benjamin answered, typing something on his computer. “He said to send you in when you arrived.”

“Thank you.”

I walked to Callum’s office door, feeling Benjamin’s eyes on me the whole way. When I knocked, Callum’s voice called, “Enter.”

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

Callum was at his desk, phone to his ear, looking just as powerful and controlled as always in a dark suit and tie. But his eyes heated when he saw me, his gaze moving from my face down to my skirt and back up.

“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone, ending the call without waiting for a response.

He stood and walked around the desk, stopping in front of me. I waited, my heart racing, my body already responding to his presence.

“Turn around,” he said softly.

I did, slowly, feeling his eyes on me. His hand touched the small of my back, then moved down to cup my ass through the thin material of the skirt.

“Good girl,” he murmured roughly. “You wore what I chose for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Beautiful,” he hummed, his hand caressing my fabric-covered bottom. “Did you touch yourself this morning?”

“No, sir,” I replied quickly.

He smacked my ass lightly, making me jump. “Don’t lie to me, Avery. I know how wet you are.”

“I didn’t,” I insisted. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.”

“Good girl.”

His approval made me shiver. Then he turned me back to face him, his eyes dark with desire.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I did, my face flushing as I felt the cool air between my thighs. His handlifted my skirt, and thenmoved beneathit, finding my bare pussy. I was soaking wet, my arousal coating his fingers instantly.

“I see you missed me,” he said, sliding one finger inside me.

“So much,” I gasped.

He worked his finger in and out of me, his other hand holding my hip. “You’re going to sit at your desk all day with this needy little pussy dripping. And you’re not going to touch it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He added a second finger, stretching me. “You’re going to be so wet and frustrated by the time I take care of you tonight.”

I moaned softly, my hips pushing against his hand. He curled his fingers inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars.

“Please,” I whispered.