I rub my eyes, sure that I must be seeing things.She’s wearing a baggy men’s white T-shirt and red bikini panties, the ones she must have been wearing under that simple-but-sexy summer dress tonight.There they are—like a flashing neon light—perfectly visible through the threadbare shirt.I can see her full, perfect breasts, too.
I spin around.Stunned.It’s all I can do to keep my cool enough that I don’t jump her bones right this fucking second.I haven’t wanted a woman this much since Amy.
If I’m truthful, I’ve never wanted a woman this much,ever.
“I had no idea this was up here,” Emma says, glancing around, a look of surprise on her face.“I thought it was just an attic.I never got around to cleaning it.I’m so sorry.”
I try not to stare at the red outline of her panties through the shirt, but I can’t help myself.I’m a terrible person.An even worse boss.
“You’re fine,” I say aloud.And she is.She’sfine.But she thinks I’m talking about cleaning.
“I’ll clean tomorrow, unless you prefer I don’t clean this room, either.Like your office.Okay, sorry to interrupt.I just heard the noise and wondered what was up here.I didn’t mean to disturb you.”She stops.“What?”
I must be smiling like the idiot I am.This woman is adorable.Sexy as all fuck.And she’s asking about cleaning my gaming room.
“Do you game?”I ask.
She shakes her head and blushes.She shifts on her bare feet, and I wonder if she’s just realized what she’s wearing—or not wearing—in front of her boss.
“I’ve played Candy Crush, but you can’t get very far without paying.”
“Cool,” I say because I can’t think of what else to say, and that’s a problem, since I need to say something and keep my attention on her face.
Instead of the thin strip of red over her pussy.
Or the curve of her breasts.
The poke of her nipples.
“I guess I should get to bed.”
I nod absentmindedly.I agree.She should get to bed.Mybed.
With me.
She needs to go to bed with me.
This torture has to stop.
But then I snap out of it.She wants to go toherbed.She wants to leave.
No.
I’m not ready for that.I don’t want to sexually harass the woman, and I know I’m getting dangerously close to making something happen here, but I don’t want her to go.I want her company.I miss her when she’s not around.
I’ve missed her fiercely these last few weeks.
“Why don’t you come play with me?”
CHAPTER 45
Finn
Okay, well,thatcame out wrong.
She blushes.Again.I love it when she blushes.My cock loves it when she blushes.I wonder if the rest of her body blushes.I wonder if the touch of her skin is so hot that I’d burst into flames with our bodies pressed to one another, skin on skin.
“A video game,” I clarify.My voice is thick with lust and comes out in a croak.“With me.Play a game with me.”
