I glanced up at her from my tub of breakfast ice-cream, pausing with a spoonful of Belgian chocolate raised to my lips.
Strange as it was to admit out loud, I couldn’t quite imagine that this naked woman was the same one that had fired me with cold, unfeeling words just yesterday. Especially not now when she gazed down at me with eyes that had softened from their usual slate green. I found that I liked the way she studied me as though she were memorizing how I moved.
“Yes,” I said, licking away the chocolate residue from my lips. “My heat comes around the same time every year. Besides, booking it in is a moot point, isn’t it? Considering the fact that I quit.”
Her fingers stilled on my scalp.
“Are you going to make me beg again?” she asked, her voice a rumble.
I met her gaze, trying to draw out her torture for a while longer. If there was something I knew about my boss, it was the fact that she thrived on routine. I had been given a surprising amount of power over her by becoming the person she relied on to plan her schedule and fix any inconsistencies that may arise through her day.
Losing me would upset her routine—badly.
I intended to exploit the little bit of power that curled in my belly at the thought of her flailing without me.
“Well,” I said, drawing out the word as I pushed up and knelt next to her. She set the tub of ice-cream away before it could spill over my sheets. “Why do you want me back?”
Her brows drew together, the deep golden arches separated by a crater.
“That’s a stupid question—”
I placed my index finger against her lips before she could say anything else I’d have to make her regret later.
“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s a deflection.”
I swung one thigh over both of hers, straddling her.
“Tell me how you really feel.”
“My feelings and I aren’t companions, Ms. Nayak,” she said, her gaze dropping between my thighs. I’d tugged on a pair of pajamas with silky white shorts that rode up high.
“I think that’s a rubbish excuse, Ms. Burns.” I paused to run a finger between the valley of her breasts. The thought that I hadn’t spent enough time sucking her nipples crept to the surface, but I forced myself to return to my line of questioning.
“I think you came here for a reason,” I insisted, feeling the muscles along her abdomen shift beneath my exploration. Fuck, she really was an excellent specimen for an Alpha. I wondered what it would feel like to spread my pussy over the ridges of her abs and rub myself to orgasm as she watched.
Dirty,I thought, filing the inspiration away for later.
“And what reason is that?” she asked, her breaths shortening as my fingers dipped even lower.
“Because you wanted to fuck me into submission and force me to come back to work for you.”
“That’s not,” she began, only for her words to shudder to a halt as my fingers found the pretty pink nubs of her nipples.
“Not what?”
“That wasn’t my plan,” she said breathily.
“So youhada plan?”
She didn’t seem pleased to admit it.
“Yes,” she sighed. “I wanted you back.”
“But why?”
I drew a nail over her nipple and she gasped.
“Because I need you,” she bit out. “In the office.”
