She shook her head. “I—I, uh—I just—I don’t—.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Becca. Do you really believe that you can soar through life expecting everything to be handed to you? Is that how your parents really raised you?”
Anger flashed behind her eyes. “Don’t you dare mention how I was raised when you were just as barbaric.”
“Ah, a bit of spunk. I love it when my women have a bit of spunk.”
She shot to her feet. “I am not, nor will I ever be, your woman. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
My hand shot to her neck and I wrapped my fingers around her soft, malleable skin. “On your knees or firing you will be the least of your issues.”
I brought her face close to my own and for a split second, I thought I saw her cave. She blinked her eyes and weakness filled them, but yet another blink and that anger was back. Good. At least she knew how I’d been feeling for the past ten or so years. Angry, and frustrated, and blinded by an itch I couldn’t scratch.
And as the warmth of my touch flushed her skin a deeper shade of maroon, I knew how to make her more comfortable.
“I’ll do you a favor, though,” I said as I released her.
She rubbed her hand along her neck. “And what kind of favor is that?”
I turned and walked back to my seat before I sat down. “You can hide beneath my desk since you forgot to lock the door. That way, if anyone comes in? You won’t be seen.”
She scoffed. “Some fucking favor.”
“And yet, I don’t see you running for the door.”
* * *
How in thehell could I love something I hated so much? His cheekiness knew no boundaries. His domineering nature was almost laughable. And yet, the more my eyes dropped to his swollen dick the more I wanted to taste it.
I’m pathetic.
“So,” JoJo said as he relaxed in his office chair, “here here, little kitty.”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “I have a lot of work that Bonnie dropped onto my desk this morning.”
He clasped his hands behind his head. “Very well. If you want to take your break later, that’s fine. But you’ll still be on your hands and knees eating something else for me to repay me for the free food you ate in my presence last night.”
I wanted to tell him he was just like Tommy. Pretentious, and bold, and way too horny for his own fucking good. But I felt my nipples puckering against my bra and I sure as hell didn’t want him to see that he had crawled beneath my skin. For far too long in my life, I’d felt weak. I felt subservient to the people around me, like my presence was only good when useful.
But, while he massaged his dick through his pants, I felt a wanton lust rise up within me.
It’s been so damn long since I’ve tasted a man…
And before I knew it, I felt my feet carrying me toward him before I knelt between his legs.
“Oh, you look so good down there, pretty girl.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “Are you sure this is how you want to do this? Because there’s still a way out.”
He chuckled. “What? You going to report me like you did Tommy?”
I winced at his comment. “Do you really want to be like him?”
His hand thrust its way into my hair before his grip held firm. “Do you really want me to show you why I’m not?”
Yes.“No.”
“Then, get to it.”
