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“You can’t do the dishes holdin’ that skirt, Miss Skye.”

“Very true.” I folded it, gradually exposing more skin.

Jake leaned back in his chair and put his boot clad feet on the desk. Watching me intently, he slid his zipper down and freed his hard cock. “Don’t wanna get dirty water on your shirt either. Take it off.”

“Yes, Mr. Hyde.” Using my fingertips, I traced the lace trim at the top of my cami and grazed over my cleavage. Goosebumps broke out across my skin and my nipples tightened in my bra. Running my hands down my chest and torso, I crossed my arms and gripped the bottom hem. I pulled the shirt up over my head and folded it before putting it with my skirt.

Jake’s fist tightened around his cock.

My plan was backfiring.Badly. I’d wanted to tease him, and yet I was so turned on my thighs were slick.

Better step it up a notch.

“Oh no. There’s a problem, Mr. Hyde. This is my very favorite bra. See how good it looks on me?” I leaned over to show off my cleavage. “I would hate for it to get ruined.”

“Then take it off, Miss Skye,” Jake’s deep voice rumbled, his hand working himself more.

I nodded, arching my back to unhook my bra. I crossed my arm over my chest and slid the strap off. Switching arms, I repeated the process. I pulled the bra down but kept my arm in place, blocking my naked breasts.

“Much better.”

“How’re you plannin’ on gettin’ work done usin’ only one hand?”

I dropped my arm. “Is this better?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I watched Jake’s hand move faster, mesmerized at the wickedness of it.

“And what about your panties, Miss Skye?”

“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about those.”

“Why not?”

My voice was thick with lust. “They’re already soaked. Ruined, really.”

“Take them off.” Jake’s voice was equally thick, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me.

I hooked my thumbs into the side of my panties and pulled them down, bending at the waist to remove them. “Better?”

“Come here, Miss Skye.”

“I’ve gotta go across—”

“Now.”

“Yes?” I asked, walking to the side of his desk.

Jake stayed lounged in his chair. “You have work to do.”

“You’re correct. I’ll just head across the hall now.”

“Try it.” The sound of Jake’s boots hitting the ground echoed in the room as he dropped his legs from the desk.

Taking his challenge, I began to slowly inch backwards. I wasn’t going to open the door, but I figured touching it would make me the winner. I shifted to take off, but I was too late.

I burst out laughing when Jake easily reached out and hooked me around the waist. Lifting me, he sat my ass on the edge of his desk and stood between my spread legs.