Will her eyes light up at my presence? Will she be nervous? Mad that I showed up unannounced? Annoyed I never returned her text?
Or will she jump into my arms and whisper in my ear how she saved her orgasms for me? Beg that I reward her for being my good girl?
Unlocking my phone, I shoot her a text.
ME: Is that the only reason you wanna meet, angel?
The buzzing of her phone, which is resting nearby, rips her attention away from the document. Stretching her arm, she picks it up.
My gaze is glued to her in the mirror. So, when she drops everything and stands up straight, her entire face lightening up, I don’t miss a single thing. A teasing smile grazes her lips as she stares at my message.
I swear my stupid heart does a fist pump. As if I’ve won a war single-handedly.
After what feels like forever, she types a reply.
ANGEL: Of course. I’m nothing but professional.
I suppress a laugh. Glancing up, I notice she’s abandoned her task and is giving me her full focus, waiting for my reply.
It brings an addictive rush to my chest.
ME: Is that right?
ANGEL: Uh… huh.
ME: So, I should keep my hands to myself?
ANGEL: Up to you.
ME: You know me. I’m nothing but a gentleman.
Grinning, she shakes her head while looking at her phone.
ME: What about your hands, little minx? Have you behaved like an obedient girl while I was gone? No slipping them between your thighs while lying alone in your bed in the middle of the night?
Her cheeks go crimson, her throat bobbing as she shifts restlessly on the spot. Putting the phone down, she clutches the edge of the desk and gulps in shaky breaths.
I can sense her arousal from here.
The need to have my fingers inside her cunt and relieve the ache.
Gathering her composure, she slowly picks up the phone. Biting the corner of her mouth, she responds.
I look down just as her message pops up, sending a blaze of lust through my body.
ANGEL: I would never disobey your orders.
ANGEL: So, I used my vibrator instead.
“You’re a terrible liar, angel,” I taunt, entering her office.
She jumps at my voice and whirls around.
Closing the door, I lock it behind me.
“N-Nathan, what a-are you doing here?” she stutters, pressing a hand to her chest. It’s rising and falling rapidly.
“Did you steal an orgasm after I told you they all belong to me?” I arch a brow, stalking toward her. “Do I need to punish you?”
