He snakes his eyes down my body, making heat rise in my cheeks. “Oh, I’m not denyin’ that. Princess.” He leans toward me, his voice dangerously low. “Relax, I’m here to ruin your lipstick, not your trust.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
He thumbs behind him. “I see you have your own bathroom.”
“Observant.”
“Hey, just makin’ conversation. While we’re at it, do I have to start callin’ you boss lady now?”
“You never did when we were married, why start now?” I don’t know why I let his jibes get to me.
He leans even closer. “You’ve thought about me, haven’t you?”
“No.” Shit, I answer too fast.
“You know what they say about therapy,Little One?” He doesn’t wait for me to take the bait. “It starts on your knees.”
“Or yours?” I throw back, trying not to squeeze my thighs together because, well, there has been nobody since him.
“I’m up for it.”
“You’re always up for it.”
“Then what are we waitin’ for?”
Honestly, I could wipe that smile off his pretty face. I’ve been under so much pressure lately, I’ve barely had time to scratch myself, much less touch myself.
“You don’t let up, do you?”
“Not when you’re moanin’ my name in that sexy voice of yours and scratchin’ those nails down my back.”
I bite my lip, remembering the last time we fucked. Man, that was hot. The man is insatiable.
I don’t even know what possesses me. The fact I’m pent up, frustrated, and yeah, a little turned on, but I know what has to be done here.
Fuck it. I stand, then round the desk, tug on his sleeve and drag him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind us.
“Holy shit,” he mutters.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t right!
Holy shit, I should not be doing this, not in my new office. Well, technically it’s the bathroom, but whatever. There’s no denying I need it to take the edge off, and it isn’t like Haze is gonna get all prissy on me.
“A quickie first thing? Whatever will your husband think?” He smirks.
He spanks my ass as I fumble with his belt, my fingers brushing over his hardening length.
Is that what we are now? Just two buddies who fuck?
“You know what you do to me,” I admit, wishing honesty wasn’t my first policy. I should know better than that.
“What do I do to you,wife?”
“You get me all revved up when you look at me like that.” I tug his shirt over his head, needing to see that perfect body.
“Like what?” He doesthe lookand I squeeze his dick through his jeans.
