“You tricked me.There’s nothing on your chest, is there?”she asks.
Despite having every right to be mad at me, there’s no anger in her tone.
“You are.You’re on my chest,” I point out.
I wrap my fingers loosely around her forearms and hold her hands in place when she tries to pull them away.
“I took my teasing too far.I’m sorry, sweet pea.Please don’t push me away.Let me hold you while you watch the security feed,” I beg.
She tests the resilience of my pecs with a gentle squeeze and pulls her lip ring into her mouth.I cling to my sanity by sheer force of will as her shudder vibrates into my thighs.
“No more teasing?”she asks.
“No more teasing,” I confirm.
She nods.I release her wrists.She drags the heel of her palms over my nipples as she skims her hands back up to my shoulders.Gold flecks shine with wicked delight as she enjoys my tortured shiver.
She’s diabolical.
I grab her ass and lift her up to my waist as I stand, forcing her to wrap her legs around me while avoiding the temptation of her pussy near my throbbing cock.She squeaks and clings to my shoulders.I stride across my office with her delicious curves pressed tight against my naked flesh until I reach my chair.
When I curl my fingers around her nape and encourage her to release me, she skims her hands down my chest and sides.Electricity zings through me.
“I thought you said no more teasing, pipsqueak,” I growl.
She hides her smile and shrugs.
“I’m not teasing.I’m flirting.”
When she blinks vindictive yet shy and tired eyes up at me, I manage a strangled chuckle before spinning her in my arms and sitting down in my chair.With her hair tickling my chest and her ass snug in my lap, I bar an arm around her front—carefully keeping my hands off her so they don’t roam—and turn on my computer.
After displaying herculean control and replaying the proof of Ms.Kim sneaking into the main equipment room without groping Penelope or growling like a feral beast, I click on the ID card log.
“Whether she used the vice president’s ID with his permission or not remains to be seen.I’ll conduct a full investigation and let you know as I find information,” I vow.
“What will you do if he gave it to her?”
“He’ll receive the same treatment she does.”
“Even though he’s your VP?”
“I don’t want to believe I’m that terrible at reading people, but I’ve been wrong before.No one is as important as you, Penelope.He can suffer the consequences of his actions.”
When she doesn’t respond, I lean around her and study her face.She sighs and leans her head back onto my chest.
“I don’t think he did.She chose him specifically because she knew he had clearance, no one would suspect him, and returning his badge would be just as easy as nabbing it.”
She covers her mouth as she yawns.
I reach around her, pull out a paper and pen, and place them in front of her.
“Give me the names, Penelope,” I insist.
She agrees and takes the pen, but halfway through writing the first name a long blink turns into a half-doze and she jerks awake.
Vague recognition flows through me as I predict the rest of the name.I think the girl was the head cheerleader from the class below me, but I’m not sure.
She begins the second name but can’t hold her head up.I sigh and take the pen from her before scooping her up against my chest and laying her on the couch.
