“Jesus, sir. I want to feel you.”
My hand slid out of her hair and down her back. “How badly do you want to feel me?”
She brushed her ass against my pelvis. “So much.”
I spanked her. “How much.”
She groaned. “Enough to risk my job, Joseph. Oh, fuck.”
I rubbed the red spot I had left behind with my hand and smiled at her words. I already had her on the line. She was already in a position to tear apart her life for me. Good. That’s exactly where I wanted her.
“Mr. Ryker, there’s something I need to--.”
I quickly backed away from Becca. “Get up. Now. Flip your dress down and--.”
And when my office door whipped open with my ass still out in the air, I moved to cover Becca as best as I could as she flew up from my desk and quickly smoothed her dress back down over her most sensitive areas.
“Oh, my God!”
Everything happened so quickly that Becca must’ve lost the idea that she needed to shut the fuck up, because the second she opened her mouth I knew that we were sunk.
“Brit? Is that you?”
“Mr. Ryker!” Lexie exclaimed.
“Get out!” I roared.
I picked up a glass of water from my desk and turned around. I didn’t give a shit who saw me naked, I had a body to be proud of. But I sure as hell didn’t want to put anyone—much less Becca—in a position to be embarrassed. I whipped around quickly enough to launch the glass of water through the air before it smashed against my office door as Lexie whipped it closed.
But not before I caught that fucking bitch’s eye.
Brittney is going to pay for that.
“No, no, no, no,” Becca whispered.
I stepped away from her and started putting my pants back on. “Just stay here until I can sort things out.”
Tears rushed her cheeks as she raked her hands through her hair. “This isn’t good. I shouldn’t—I mean, we—it just—uh…”
I rolled my eyes as I pulled my pants up. “You really need to learn how to operate under pressure, you know that?”
She cupped her hands over her face. “Oh, my God.”
“Didn’t you lock the door? Did I not hear that right?”
She started breathing raggedly as her face flushed. “I did. I-I-I—I locked it. How did she--?”
“Did you pull the door closed?”
She blinked. “What!?”
I closed the distance between our bodies and gripped her chin. “Did you pull the door closed, Rebecca?”
I felt her weaken against me just a tad. “No, I just—let it close.”
I shook my head. “Shit.”
“Wait a second, what does that mean? Did—did I not even get the door closed?”
