“I’m 118 and 5’3”,” she corrected, giddy in her triumph, “and I dropped his ass. Ethan would have cheered. He always said the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
Before she could smirk longer, she was upside-down over Alec’s shoulder, ponytail swinging, bottom smarting from a crisp smack.
“No one likes a gloater, baby,” he said pointedly, carrying her toward the door.
She craned her neck to glare at the two snickering men. “You think it’s funny? Who wants next?”
That sent them into peals of laughter.
Alec’s hand curled firmly around her bottom. “Don’t get cocky, Em. They won’t get distracted imagining you naked, feet by your ears, getting fucked into the mat the way I just did.”
“Wanna bet?” Leland called, wheezing.
“Fine,” Alec threw back. “Just remember—either of you only get a shot over my dead body.”
His tone was light, but the warning message underneath wasn’t.
Out in the hall, after the door swung shut on their laughter, her legs trembled from adrenaline or desire. Maybe both.
“Alec…”
“I’m right there with you,” he said, navigating the halls until he reached a vacant office.
A moment later, she was stretched out on the desk, and he was tugging down her shorts and panties. His mouth found her pussy, devouring her until she was panting and begging, “Please…”
He rose, eyes locked on hers as he yanked his pants open. They groaned together as he sank into her. He pushed her legs up, folding her in half, holding her there with his chest as his mouth claimed hers and his cock thrust deep.
It was frantic, and completely wonderful, both reaching a peak within seconds.
They were still joined when a soft knock sounded on the open door that Alec, in his hurry, had forgotten to shut.
Greta, the business manager, leaned against the frame, arms crossed, one brow raised.
“If you two are through,” she said dryly, “may I have my office back? Payroll doesn’t run itself.”
Emily made a mortified sound and covered her face. Her cheeks burned hotter than the Florida sun.
Alec didn’t even flinch. “Greta dear, your timing is abysmal. But at least you waited until we finished.”
“Alec!” Emily gasped, scrambling to cover herself. He was too cool for that. He stretched, unhurried, all the time in the world.
Greta had other ideas. “I’ll give you thirty seconds,” she said then strolled down the hall.
Her soft laughter echoed behind her as they adjusted their clothes. Emily could laugh too—almost. Despite the gym and the stress reliever on Greta’s desk, the tension over what lay ahead descended again.
***
Although the week dragged, Friday came too fast.
Emily stood in front of the mirror and clipped the transmitter to her bra strap. It was flat and small, and barely noticeable. She studied her reflection—petite frame, small breasts, stick-straight hair. All inherited from her mother. All the things that made her look younger than her years, but also harmless, useful, a target.
The perfect bait.
Movement in the doorway shifted her focus. Alec leaned against the frame, arms braced overhead, eyes unreadable. His stance looked casual, but his white-knuckled grip on the wood told the truth.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
Her gaze slid to the mirror, to the girl who looked braver than she felt. “No,” she admitted. “But I’m doing it.”
