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I think in the original scenario I had a dress on.
Zoe. Sweetheart. If you think a pair of jeans is gonna stop me, you haven’t learned anything.
I did look up then. Nate was just putting his phone on the edge of my desk. His expression was downright predatory. I began to squirm in my seat.
And didn’t the man literally crawl under my desk, which was, thank the Lord, concealed if someone were to walk in. Sure enough, he didn’t seem at all bothered by my jeans as Nate—with plenty of room to navigate thanks to the size of the massive desk that was already in this office when I took it over—unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down my jeans without a hitch.
Once they were at my ankles, he didn’t waste any time. Nate’s tongue did exactly as he’d promised in the original text. Plunging. Swirling. Licking. His thumb joined next, and just like he had predicted, I grasped the edge of the desk, my knuckles almost white.
Staring at the door, the thought of someone walking in right now, coupled with the magic that was Nate’s tongue. . .
“Nate.” I began to clench.
Until a knock at the door interrupted us. At least, it should have interrupted us. Nate never stopped, the bold man going to town on me just as promised.
Another knock.
“Nate.”
He stopped. “Come for me, Zoe girl.” And then he resumed.
What if they had a key? I couldn’t hang on. I couldn’t call out. Biting my lip to almost bloody, I exploded into his mouth, my legs shaking. My heart pounded. Every nerve ending in my body screamed with release. I didn’t even notice Nate had moved out from under my desk until he was right above me, chuckling.
“You think this is funny?” I asked, unsteadily pulling up my jeans.
“I think it’s hilarious.”
I was going to kill him. But first I needed to see who was at that door. I told Nate to get back into his seat.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, still smiling.
Buttoned back up, I went to the door. Opened it to see Zach walking back down the hall.
“Zach, did you need something?”
He turned to me. “Oh, sor. . . I mean, I was going to talk to you. Someone said you were in the office even though I thought you were off today. And you have that open-door policy. . .”
Yes, when my door was actually open.
What do you need?” I asked instead, walking toward him rather than have Zach see Nate in my office.
Two questions and ten minutes later, I returned to the scene of the crime.
Nate swiveled in his seat toward me, still grinning.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Very.”
“Well, two can play at this game.”
“Do your worst, Zoe girl.”
It might not be today. Or tomorrow. But I’d figure out a way to pay him back.
“I intend to.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
