Page 74 of Pure Recklessness

‘Really?’ I cocked my head.

‘Most definitely,’ he said, still holding my gaze.

Holy. Bloody. Hell.

I might be a novice, but I was pretty sure my boss was flirting with me.

And I loved it.

‘Maybe I should forget the app and ask one of those men to help me out instead,’ I said.

I didn’t know where this flirty, sexy alter ego had come from, but I was already a fan. If she was going to get my boss to fuck me, she could definitely stay.

‘Maybe you should,’ he said.

‘Any suggestions on where I could find a man like that?’ I added.

My heart thundered against my chest and arousal pooled between my legs.

This was so hot.

‘Yes. I know exactly the right man for the job.’

This was it.

When I was fantasising about my boss, never in a million years did I imagine that I’d actually get the opportunity to do something with him in real life. But to my surprise it was happening.

Any second now, he was going to pin me against the wall and bury that ginormous dick inside me.

This moment was critical.

I needed to say the right thing.

I wasn’t inexperienced Eleanor any more. I needed to channel that sexy alter ego and think about what a heroine from one of the company’s books would say.

‘Glad to hear it, because I really need him to satisfy me right now.’

I slid my hand underneath the bottom of my long skirt and trailed my palm upwards, pausing when I got just past my knee, then slowly spread my legs.

‘Jesus,’ Mr Devlin gritted out. His eyes dropped between my legs and he squeezed his eyes shut. ‘You’re playing with fire, Eleanor.’

‘Am I?’ I cocked my head innocently.

‘You are.’

‘And do you like playing with fire, Mr Devlin?’

‘I do,’ he replied. ‘But playing with fire will be dangerous. For both of us.’

‘I don’t care,’ I said quickly, my blood pulsing through my veins. ‘I’ve spent too long playing it safe. It’s time I lived a little. So, are you going to introduce me to this man who can help me?’

I hitched my skirt up to my knees, then opened my legs wider.

His gaze dropped between my thighs.

I was sure he could see my knickers and if he did, he’d notice that they were sodden. I was so wet for him.

‘Fuck,’ he muttered under his breath. He gripped the edge of his desk like he was trying to control himself.