“That’sexactlywhat I’m saying.” And no sooner than the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back, because deep down they are a lie.
“Do you want to know what I would do if you were mine?”
“No,” I say, standing up from my seat and moving around my desk, needing to put something between us. Some kind of barrier to help protect me from the words that could possibly be my undoing.
But it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference.
It’s my body that wants to know.
Because it’s drawn to him in a way I’ve never felt before. With anyone, ever.
The man has some kind of power over me that I can’t explain. An internal gravitation that anchors me to him. And what’s terrifying is I can’t identify any of the emotions taking hold right now because all I want to do is give in to them.
Every.
Single.
One.
He slowly stands, walking toward me, eyes heavy with intent. Bracing his hands on the edge he leans forward, but I hold my ground, crossing my arms over my chest as a means of self-preservation.
And to cover up how painfully hard my nipples are right now.
“I would bend you over this desk, pull down those boring ass pants you have on, and spank your pretty little ass until you begged me to stop.” A wolfish grin spreads across his face. “Then, once your ass is nice and red and burning from my hand, I would make you ride my cock. The same cock you tease with your fucking tapping and every goddamn lick of your lips.”
He doesn’t say another word as he pushes himself off the desk and leaves my office, gently closing the door behind him. I finally release the air trapped in my lungs, breathing in and out as I take a seat in my leather chair.
Shit, I’m in way over my head here.
Chapter 9
Asher
Every muscle in my body burns and my lungs feel like they are on fire but it only makes me run faster.
Harder.
