Page 122 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss

Yes, we have to establish a committee that would take care of monitoring the progress of the campaign. I type this down, then scroll up to go over my notes again.

There’s a knock at the door and the lock turns. I look up.

Long legs covered in warm brown slacks step into the office. My lips curve into a smile as I let my gaze sweep up his frame to his face.

Chance lifts a brow, a smile in his eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.” I shrug. “You’re just a sight for sore eyes.”

He tsks as he rounds my desk to stand behind me. “Stressed?” He palms my shoulders and massages away the kink in my neck.

“Mm-hmm.” I shut my eyes and bow my head, opening up for more of his touch.

He chuckles lightly and leans in to kiss my nape.

A shudder rushes through me and I bite back a moan.

“Is it good?” he rumbles against my ear.

“Very.” I adjust in my seat, giving my center some much-needed friction.

“I saw that.” He kisses my nape again.

“I wanted you to.” I raise my head and his hands fall off, then I spin around so I’m facing him.

My dress is caught around my mid-thighs and I widen my legs. His eyes catch on the movement and his eyes darken.

“Here for a mid-morning snack, Mr. Easton?”

His throat bobs.

I’ve got him.

I reach for his belt buckle, for sure he’s going to let me, but he catches my hands.

“That’s not why I’m here.” His voice is strained like that’s the last thing he wants to say.

“Then why are you here?” I flip my hair over one shoulder, baring my neck.

Chance grins and looks away. “Stop tempting me.”

“Come on. You’re hard enough to fuck through steel.” I palm the tent in his slacks and he moves away. “Let’s just steal a moment.”

“No, really, we can’t.” His eyes take on a warm light. “You have to come with me. There’s a surprise waiting for you.”

My brows furrow. “Really?”

“I swear it.”

“And where is this thing?”

“Is it a thing?” He scrunches up his face adorably. “I don’t know. But you’ll know when you see.”

“Chance,” I warn, rising to my feet and adjusting my dress. “This better be good.”

He adjusts his hard-on. “I promise, it is.” He leans in and smacks a kiss on my cheek. “I won’t dare play a prank when you’re this horny.”

“What do you mean bythis horny?” I gasp. “You were the one that touched me first.”