Mr. Carlson grunts into my hair as he throbs and pulses, emptying himself deep inside me.
We stand like this, watching our reflections and catching our breath, until he softens.
He steps back, breaking eye contact as he puts himself back together.
I reach for my panties, but he kneels behind me and slowly pulls them up. He smooths my dress down my hips, then delicately tucks my breast back into my bra and ties the top of my dress.
He’s usually barking orders at people and being grouchy. This nurturing side of him is tender and... confusing.
He steps back. Some strange emotion streaks across his expression for a moment before the scowl is back in place. “You’re rehired. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow morning.”
He unlocks the door and walks out.
CHAPTER 6
Mr. Carlson
Twelve hours.
Twelve fucking hours since I spilled myself inside her, and Paige is acting like nothing happened while I’m here, sitting in my office trying not to grip my dick and bust all over my fist whenever she walks by.
“Did we lose a case?”
I look up to see Alex in my office doorway. “No.”
“Then what’s with the overly dramatic scowl this morning?” He looks over his shoulder to see Paige at her desk, asproductive and sunshiny as ever.
Last night was supposed to cure me of this obsession, but it’s worse. I want her bent over my desk right now and coming on my dick. Desire unfurls in my belly, swelling my balls and pulsing up my shaft in a traitorous wave.
“Thinking about your assistant naked?” Alex smirks.
“Fuck off.”
He chuckles and walks into my office, taking a seat. “Is this why there’s no meeting scheduled with Roger?”
Alex’s question snaps my attention back to work.Get your head in the game, Parker. “We’re waiting on his assistant to confirm a time.”
I sneak a glance at Paige again. One red heel dangles from her toes, drawing my attention to the arch of her foot and the delicate curve of her ankle. I should have looked at her tattoo when I was sliding her panties up her legs last night, but I was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion. Touching her felt less like an end to my obsession and more like the beginning of something.
“You look worse.” Alex groans. “Just fuck her again.”
My dick throbs at the suggestion. I shouldn’t have told Alex. He’s going to use it as fuel to taunt me forever. “We got it out of our systems.”
I pick up a file and pretend to look over it. A cute panda sticky note is pressed between two pages, as if today is like every other day.
“Looks like it.” Alex rolls his eyes.
I toss the file onto the table andgive him my usual scowl, but my gaze drifts to Paige’s desk again. Her chair is empty.
Everything in me wants to stalk the office floor until I find her.
And do what, exactly? You said you don’t want a relationship, and she is leaving the country.
Move on.
I push my chair back and stand. “I need to clear my head.”
“It’s not that head that needs clearing.”
