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“You can't say shit like this. I’m your employee.” His eyes tighten as I speak. “You know, I could file a complaint against you.” I stand firm, challenging him with a raised eyebrow.

But the asshole laughs. “Peachy, you do know I own the fucking company?”

I shrug. “Well, I could file a lawsuit then,” I say matter-of-factly, even though I know I wouldn’t dare.

He steps closer. Then closer .

Every step he takes forward, I take one step back, until I find myself pinned directly against his desk, and his body is flush with mine. He takes my coffee from my grasp and sets it on his desk beside me. His cologne consumes my senses, and all kinds of naughty thoughts start swirling in my head.

His eyes tighten, and I watch his tongue slip out and glisten his lips. He’s full of temptation.

“Are you really gonna do that?” he’s daring me.

I don’t miss the heat in his eyes when he glances down at my exposed cleavage.

I look away, but his fingers lift my chin to meet his eyes once again.

“You gonna sue me when I have you spread out across my desk, feasting on your fucking pussy like it’s my last goddamn meal? ”

Fuck. This man’s cocky mouth—wetness pools, and I’m dripping from his words.

Then, suddenly, I’m jolted further back onto the desk when he steps further into me, pushing me further onto the desk in the process. The heat from his thick thigh penetrates through my lace thong, causing my pussy to clench in anticipation.

His eyes darken, daring me to keep up this game.

“Go on, Peachy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with heat. “Tell me again how you’re gonna sue me… when we both know you’re about two seconds away from begging me to bend you over and fuck you on my desk. I’ll have yo u screaming so loud the entire office will know who you belong to.”

Damn him. Damn the way my body responds to him like it’s made for this. I open my mouth, ready to throw out some kind of smart-ass response, but all that comes out is a shaky exhale when his lips graze my jaw, his breath warm and teasing against my skin.

I’m in so much trouble.

Dammit.

This man.

This fucking man.

I have only seconds to decide my next move and try to talk myself out of this temptation, because I know I’m about to cave under his touch.

The smell of him, and his shirt, fitted just right, has had me wet since we left the house this morning.

All he has to do is open his sinful mouth, and my body starts to react.

I’m supposed to be angry with him. Instead, I’m turned on and craving his touch.

I hate how he does this to me, time and time again.

He summons all of me to him; any strength I think I have is gone, flying out the fucking window.

Every.

Single.

Time.

I fall back to my sweaty palms, feeling my heart pounding against my chest. I’m drawn to him and watch as his lustful gaze casts a spell over me, heating my body in its path. I’m offering myself to him, knowing he wants exactly what I do, just waiting for his next move.

He leans down, dragging his fingertips lightly across my parted lips, then up and around my ear, pushing back strands of fallen hair while looking into my eyes. His unexpected gesture knocks the wind out of my lungs, and it’s suddenly hard to breathe.

Jaydon

I have her exactly where I want her, so fucking beautiful and spread out on my desk.

My dick has been hard since I saw her walk across the kitchen floor this morning.

Ever since she told me she was single a few days ago, I've wanted to get my hands on her, wear her down, fuck with her head a little.

The possessive need inside me has me craving her sweet pussy.

I need to get inside her again. The feeling of her tight wet pussy is ingrained into my brain, never to be forgotten, and it's all I can think about. Memories of being with her are the sweetest form of punishment, and it’s been too goddamn long since I've had a taste of her.

She should be mine by now.

All fucking mine.

It's partially my fault; I’ve been fucking around and letting this go on for far too long .

But here we are still playing these stupid fucking games. But if this is a game to her, then I never want to stop playing, because she's my fucking undoing.

She looks at me with hooded eyes and those goddamn, fuckable lips that I know feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. And I know I’m about to turn fucking feral on her pussy once I have another taste. I run my hand up her exposed thigh, gliding my thumb along her inner thigh.

Just as my hand skates up her thigh into dangerous territory, getting so close I can feel the edges of her lace thong, her eyes fall closed. Her lips part on the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard, and I feel her legs tighten around my thigh.

She crumbles under my touch.

Just before I’m about to slip my thumb under the lace, we’re both quickly brought back down to earth by a loud banging on my office door.

Motherfucker.

I throw my head back to the ceiling, grinding my teeth. These motherfuckers have the worst timing.

I step back, giving her space while she adjusts her skirt back into place.

I reach for her coffee, watching her bite on her full lower lip as she tries to fix her hair.

She’s nervous, and it’s out of character for her.

Our fingers graze when she takes it, sparking something back to life inside me.

Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me. I’ve just had my hand up her skirt, but somehow, feeling her light touch on my fingers makes me want her even more.

This woman has all the control she could ever need over me and has no fucking clue.

“You good?” I ask her quietly. I need her confirmation before I go and open us up to the outside world.

She nods her approval.

“You sure? I need your words.” I study her face. I’m not about to open up the door if she's not ready.

She takes a sip of her coffee, and I want so badly to taste her lips.

“Yeah, Jay. Promise… I’m good.” A small smile flashes on her lips.

She takes a seat, and I reach down to hide my half-hard dick before I open the door.

Ellie

You’d never know he just had his hands all over me by the way he so casually opens the door.

“All set up just as you requested, Boss.” I hear a deep voice say, but I can’t see his face with the door blocking him .

“Perfect, Trey. Thanks, man.”

Then I see a head dip around the doorframe, and I already know what he’s searching for. When his eyes land on me, his face lights up like he’s just discovered the world’s biggest secret.

I smile and offer a polite but awkward wave.

He tips his chin to me before turning to Jaydon. “Ahh, I thought so.”

Jaydon pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “Get the fuck outta here, man, if you wanna keep your job.”

They both lose their composure to laughter, and Jaydon shoos him out, shutting the door behind him.

He eyes me the entire short walk back over to the conference table, then pulls over a rather uncomfortable-looking plastic chair.

The tiny smirk on his face causes me to shift in my seat.

This entire morning has been awkward as hell.

He slides closer to the table, his knee brushing mine in the process.

“So, you guys seem to get along fairly well. They like ruffling your feathers,” I say, breaking the weird tension.

His brief laugh is so sexy. “Trey’s a good guy. I met him years ago when I was training for the SEALS. He was doing some of the cyber shit for a program we worked closely with.”

I nod along, absorbing as much information as he’s willing to give me. “Hmm, interesting. I never really hear you talk about any of that stuff.”

He shrugs. “There's not much to talk about. We did what we had to do, and then I decided I wanted to go a different route in life. Ryan played a big part in helping me decide to go for it and start my own business. It was a big risk, but I have the right guys helping me, and it's paying off.”

I study his face. He’s so sincere. I don’t think I’ve ever had a normal conversation with him, one where he isn’t trying to get me spun up or messing with my head. I suddenly feel so compelled to show my appreciation for him.

I clasp my hands together in my lap, not sure what else to do with them. “Thanks, Jay.”

His brows pinch together. “For what?” He sits back, propping his elbow up on the table, obviously more comfortable than I am.

My eyes bug out of my head. “For everything you're doing for me, for everything you’ve done for me. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you. So, thanks.”

He reaches for the roll of his sleeve, his eyes focusing on it, adjusting the already perfect fold. “You don’t need to thank me, Ellie. It’s really not a big deal. You're important to my sister, and you know I would do anything for her. ”

I’m crushed by simply hearing his words, like a dagger to my already battered heart.

He’s doing it all for his sister .

Not for me, or that he feels something for me. His eyes never meet mine when he speaks, and I’m stupid to have thought it was anything more.

Looking away, I reach for the laptop he placed on the table, feeling my eyes go misty. The room feels like it's shrinking around me. I close my eyes and fill my lungs with air.

I can't do this.

Why am I being so dumb?

This isn’t me. I don’t cry. I know he doesn’t like me that way. He fucks with me on purpose. I know this.

“Well, thanks anyway, Jay,” I force out and offer a glimmer of a smile, blinking away any moisture.

I’m over the hurt. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Then I force myself to ask the question floating around in my head.

“So, uhh, are we seriously not gonna talk about what just happened?” I bring my coffee to my lips once again, like a life raft, using it to keep me from drowning under his stare.

“Nothing to talk about. It shouldn’t have ever happened here. It won’t happen again.”

How many times can a heart be crushed in a matter of seconds?

I don’t even respond to his statement. I can’t .

I pull the laptop between us and stroke my fingers down the side, “Show me what to do on this thing.” I say, forcing a small laugh, totally ignoring the way he's studying my face from the side.

I’m simply just a game to him.