Page 65 of The Grump I Loathe

“What? Nothing.” I reached for his belt buckle.

Thud! Thunk!

“You said the office was empty,” he hissed, catching me before I could topple off his lap.

“It was…” My eyes widened. “Who is—oh, the cleaning guy?”

Connor swore under his breath. “He cleans my office too!”

“Shit.” We both scrambled up before he could walk by the glass walls. The squeaky wheel of a cleaning cart drew closer. My bra dangled off my arms as I snatched my shirt from the floor, trying to figure out which way around it went.

“No time,” Connor hissed, shoving me toward a coat closet. He jammed himself in behind me, closing the door with a soft thud. A beam of light bled under the door.

My heart hammered in my chest, and a chill sent goosebumps across my naked flesh. I felt nervous and on edge…but also about as aroused as I’d ever been in my life.

“Just be quiet. He should be gone in a—” Connor trailed off as the door to his office opened. I held my breath, but the thrill of being caught had sent adrenaline rushing through me. I dropped my bra and pressed up against Connor, desperate for any sort of friction. “What are you doing?” he whispered in my ear.

“Touch me,” I begged.

“Eddie.”

I popped the button on my slacks. “If you won’t, I will.”

He caught my hand before it could dive inside my panties, replacing it with his own. The sound of the cleaner dulled as Connor’s fingers brushed the slickness he found, and he rubbed slow, deliberate circles around my clit.

I choked down a gasp as pleasure started to inch across my body. Then a tremor of bliss exploded from me, and Connor slammed his hand over my mouth as I jerked against him, my limbs turning to jelly. I sagged into his arms, panting as quietly as I could.

The second I heard the garbage can hit the floor and the door close, I sank down to my knees, tugging at the zipper of Connor’s pants, getting my hand around his erection. His cock was heavy in my hand, already weeping. I pressed a kiss to the tip before taking the length of him into my mouth.

“Eddie,” Connor growled, fisting his hand in my hair.

I blinked up at him in the dim, gray light, releasing him with a pop. “We’ve gotta wait for him to do the rest of the floor before we can leave,” I reasoned. “We’ve got some time to kill.”

Connor huffed a disbelieving laugh, stroking my cheek with his hand, but then he dropped his head back against the wall as I ran my tongue all over him. “You’re a menace,” he said.

I grinned, kissing the tip of his cock. “You’re having the time of your life.”

“Eddie, can we chat?” Darius asked, catching me in the kitchenette the following morning.

“I’m not even one coffee deep yet, so I can’t promise riveting conversation,” I joked. “But sure.” I followed him down to his office and plopped myself in the chair across from his desk.

Darius parked himself behind his desk, avoiding my eyes.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

His cheeks flushed. “It’s…well—” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “As you may know, we have a number of security cameras posted throughout the offices. I do a quick scan of the previous day’s footage at high speed every morning, just to make sure no one’s breaking health and safety regulations, or stealing an egregious amount of office supplies, or anything like that. And when I scanned the feeds this morning…”

Oh sweet mother of gaming, no!My jaw dropped slowly. Anything but that.

“I saw some of what happened last night.” He cleared his throat. “In Connor’s office.”

I blew out a panicky breath, my lips rattling together. “Okay, who do I have to sleep with to make this go away?”

Darius’s eyes widened dramatically.

“I’m kidding!” I said abruptly, lifting my hands to keep him from freaking out. “Sorry, bad joke. I wasn’t sure what else to say.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I obviously never expectedthis.”

“Yeah,” Darius said awkwardly. “I’ve spoken to Leigh. Because she’s technically?—”