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“I say two consenting adults should be allowed to do whatever they want to or with each other,” I say. “I especially don’t think it’s a good idea if a former employee is accusing you of sexual harassment.”

“What are you saying?” he asks. “You’re not referring to me, are you?”

“I wanted to spare you from having to lie and say you were asking hypothetically. I assume you’re asking for yourself. You’re bad, Mr. Marx.”

“You don’t even know.”

Suddenly, his hands are no longer on a glass of alcohol, a bottle of water, or on his desk. His hands are on my legs, both planted around my knees. He is caressing my legs with his fingers, but I suspect that his fingers will travel momentarily.

“Do you want me to stop?” asks Aiden.

“I’m fine either way,” I reply.

His fingers are caressing in larger circles, touching more of my skin the longer he pets me. I play with my hair for several nervous seconds, debating internally as quickly as I can. I keep wanting to put my hands on his, but I don’t know whether it would be to clasp onto them or to rip them off my legs.

“Aiden, I have to ask: do you do this with all of your new female employees?”

“No, I don’t. Just the ones I can’t stop thinking about or looking at.”

Then, in only a few seconds, his hands slide right up from my knees, past my thighs, and up into my skirt. He quickly finds my laced panties. He strokes the front of them, running the tips of his fingers against my moist opening.

“You don’t think we clicked at all when we met?” Aiden asks me.

I gulp, surrendering to him and putting my hands to my sides gladly. “Ididthink that, actually, yes.”

He pulls my panties just enough so that his curious fingers can lightly touch my pussy. It is so hot watching him while he has his way with me, with his hands up in my skirt, and his intense eyes locked in a passionate stare with mine.

The feeling of him against me initially startles me, but I love the way he touches me. He isn’t even trying to give me release, and yet I feel like I can orgasm for him at any moment.

“Is this really happening?” I ask quietly.

“Only if you want it to,” he says with caution.

“Can’t you tell that I want it?” I giggle.

“You know I do,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking wet. You feel amazing.”

Can the accusations be true? I know that if I tell anyone about what is happening to me in this moment, they will tell me I am being sexually harassed just like Sarah had been. I don’t feel harassed, though. I’m not sure what to believe, but I know how good it feels to be touched by a strong, powerful man like Aiden. A sexy, dominant billionaire who makes me dizzy just looking at him.

He eventually stands up out of his chair, taking the hand that he used on me and licking his fingers. I lick my lips and attempt to control my uneven breathing.

“You taste good, too,” he says as he returns to his desk.

“Thank you.”

“Well, you know what you have to do,” Aiden says. “Get to work, and let’s get in that children’s wing before the weekend, yeah?”

“Okay.”

I am flustered. My ears feel like they are on fire, and my heart is racing. I’m squeezing my legs together in a fit, rubbing them together to try and start a fire to go along with the heat coursing through my entire body.

“Excellent work already, Kate,” Aiden says. “I’ll talk with you soon.”

I leave my bottle of water behind, along with my own moisture in the seat of my chair. I leave confused, unsure and somewhat flabbergasted.

Even while I work and take care of things during my day, I can’t help but imagine what it might be like the next time we are alone in his office.

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