Page 41 of Under Her

I have to hold back a sigh.

“I’m CEO; therefore, I’m your superior. And I don’t fraternize with the staff. Ever.”

“You’ve already fraternized with me.”

She grins and bites the corner of her lip. I don’t find it remotely sexy. She’s no Morgan.

“You didn’t work here then,” I tell her.

She moves even closer to me, and now, there isn’t any space left between her body and mine.

“No one has to know,” she whispers, inching up onto her toes. “We could fuck right now. You could go Wild on me, and no one would ever know.”

I bite back another sigh. I’m trying to be as diplomatic as possible, but this chick just isn’t getting it.

“I’d know. And it just doesn’t sit right with me. Sure, we had fun once. But I don’t want to go there again with you.”

“Your cock says different.” She reaches down and squeezes my erect cock through the towel.

Of course I’m hard. I haven’t had sex in a while, and a good-looking woman is pressed up against me. As a man, it’s almost impossible to have a hot woman press herself up against you and you not go hard. My equipment might be faulty at the moment, but it hasn’t stopped working. The rocket fuel is still burning; it’s just failing to take off after countdown.

Well, unless you go by the name of Morgan Stickford, and then my cock will take off at warp speed. It’d fly to the fucking moon and back to get in her pussy.

I grab hold of Sierra’s other wrist and pull her hand off my cock.

So, now, I have both her arms in my hands. And she’s clearly not fucking getting it because she smiles in a way that I’m sure she thinks is sexy, but it’s doing nothing for me. Then, she presses her hips firmly against my cock and grinds against me.

And wouldn’t you just fucking know it?

My towel drops to the floor.

And it’s at that exact fucking moment when there’s a tap on my door, followed by the sound of Morgan’s voice as she opens it up and walks in. “Hey, sorry to—” Her words instantly cut off at the sight of me and Sierra.

I’m up against the wall, naked as the day I was born, with Sierra pressed up against me, my hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her.

For fucking fuck’s sake.

In the long seconds that pass, a multitude of emotions flash through Morgan’s eyes. Anger, disgust, disappointment…but the one emotion I get stuck on is hurt.

She’s hurt by the sight of me with Sierra.

Is that because she wants me like I want her?

Everything is telling me yes.

And I don’t know whether to feel elated or fucking terrified by that thought.

“Morg—” I don’t even get a chance to finish saying her name.

She turns and walks out of my office, slamming the door behind her.

“Oops.” Sierra giggles.

My eyes narrow, lit with anger. I firmly move her back and bend down to get my towel off the floor, wrapping it back around my waist.

I stare her down. “Get the fuck out of my office. Now. And, if I ever catch you in here like that again, you’re fired.”

“You can’t just fire me.” Her hands go to her hips, eyes wide.