I arch my neck back and let my hair fall down off the edge of the chair as he closes the door behind him and rounds the desk like an animal, circling its prey.
“This isn’t very professional of you.” His hand hovers above my skin, the heat radiating though he never touches me.
My face burns with embarrassment, but I can’t stop. In fact, I press the vibrator harder onto my clit. “I know,” I pant, “but I need it.”
“You need it?” He leans in closer, his hand still hovering over my skin as my thighs clench and release, my body on the edge of orgasm.
“What do you need?”
“I need to come! I need to come right now!” The words spill from my mouth as though I’m possessed, as though I haveno control over my lips, as though I’m in a movie watching a version of myself react like a tawdry, little tease.
Who is she?
“Do it!” he growls, still hovering over me, the heat from his body radiating as his jaw tightens. “Let me watch you come.”
He wants to watch me come? My big, inked, hot as hell boss wants to watch me come?
Oh damn! My clit throbs faster, and a rush of electricity sparks life in me that I’ve never felt before.
“I need you to touch me!”
Did I really just say that?
He pauses and I stare at him, my body jumping and desperate, riding the edge of the orgasm I’m pretty sure I’m about to spill into.
“Seriously,” I press, “I need your hands all over me.”
His wide chest rises and falls quickly, his nostrils flare, and I see the war behind his eyes. A war that says he wants to touch me, but he can’t.
For whatever reason, this battle of wills makes my thighs squeeze tighter.Why does it turn me on to watch him struggle to restrain himself around me?
“That’s right.” He leans in, his voice a growl, his breath warm as he says, “Good girl. Get my chair all sticky and wet.”
His deep voice only heightens every sensation currently coursing through me. It’s inhuman, the feeling I’m feeling. Every muscle unknots, every nerve fires free, every worry dissipates until all I feel is sweet release as it washes over me.
“Jesus Christ,” Archer growls as he breathes me in, dragging his gaze down over my frame to pause at my pulsing pussy. “You look so beautiful when you come.”
“Touch me,” I whimper, desperate for his hands.
“Hmm… can you imagine how that’d look?” he growls under his breath before leaning in, breathing in the scent ofme. “A man my age between your legs, licking up your come, touching your soft body?” There’s a roughness in his voice as he talks, as though he’s struggling not to do the things he’s speaking of. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Legs still spread wide, I stare toward him. “What?”
“You’re a virgin.” He tilts his head to the side slowly, studying every inch of my exposed pussy. “I could tell the day I hired you. You had this innocent, lost look in your eyes. Like you weren’t sure of yourself yet. Like you’re still figuring out the world.”
I narrow my gaze as I drag the vibrator slowly through the sopping mess I’ve made. “Okay. Good to know my virginity is so plainly obvious.”
He brushes his square hand down over his graying beard. “Yes, and men prey on that. So, from now on, you’ll be with me. I don’t want you behind the bar anymore.”
Oh damn. Again, this shouldn’t turn me on. It’s possessive and toxic, I’m sure.
I close my legs and stare up at Archer who’s taken to the edge of his desk.
“What are you talking about? I need my job.”
His gaze drops toward my mouth and up again. “You’ll have your job, but you’ll stay by me and you won’t talk to other men.”
My brows narrow inward and I huff as I reach for my skirt, ignoring the leggings he’d asked me to wear earlier. “Yeah, I’m not going to follow you around like a puppy all day long. If you don’t like me working the bar, I’ll go to the redneck place down the street. I’m sure they’d hire me right away.”
