GRAYSON
“See?” I told myself after Lexi had ended the call. “She doesn’t want anything to do with you.”
I had been too intense in my desire for her. I had frightened her.
“It was better that it ended,” I told myself viciously. “She’s your employee. You never should have touched her to begin with. It was good one of us had some self-control.”
I paced through the penthouse. I wished I could schedule another out-of-town trip so I didn’t have to sit in the office and see her in that tight blouse, her tits threatening to spill out. I didn’t have the self-control to watch her cross and uncross her legs when all I wanted to do was spread them and bury my face in the sweet heat.
“You have meetings all Monday morning,” I reminded myself. “You’re being hysterical. You’re barely going to see her.”
Lexi wasn’tat her desk when I returned from my second morning meeting. I had hung around in the downstairsconference room where the meeting was being held, chitchatting, something I didn’t normally have the patience for, because I wanted to make sure Lexi would be out for lunch when I returned to my office.
The executive floor was quiet when I walked to my office from the back stairway just to make extra sure I didn’t for some reason cross paths with her in the elevator.
I pulled the door to my office open and felt my chest clench.
Lexi was creeping along the floor on her hands and knees. I could just grab her hips and thrust myself inside of her.
I walked around the desk slowly.
“I thought you were in a meeting,” she said in a breathless squeak as she clambered to her feet, looking up at me with wide eyes. Tendrils of her hair trailed in her face.
I brushed them aside.
Maybe if I had been expecting her in my office, had been able to steel myself for it, I would have had more restraint.
“I’ll just, um, be going now.”
“Don’t move,” I whispered to her hoarsely.
Her chest was rising and falling. One of the buttons on her blouse was undone.
“Why,” I said drawing out the words, “are you in my office?”
“I, um …” she said as I leaned down, barely keeping hold of the reins on my willpower, to press my lips to her neck.
“I was going to leave you a—a note,” she stammered.
“Were you?” I said mildly as I trailed my fingers down the bare skin of her arm.
Leave. Don’t go down this road.
It was too late.
I reached out to wrap my hand around her throat, not choking her, but letting her know she was mine. Touching her, being this close to her—it felt forbidden, like I was treading intothe secret passageways of an enchanted temple and any minute a trap was going to spring.
I pulled Lexi to me roughly, making her gasp. The sound went straight to my dick.
Then I gave in.
I wanted to do terrible, wonderful things to her. I crushed my mouth to hers, my thumb stroking the soft skin of her throat as I kissed her. My tongue claimed her mouth like I wanted to do to her body.
I swallowed the whimpering moans she let out as I kissed her. I wanted nothing more than to spread her legs, prop her up on my desk, and take her. Instead I allowed myself one sweep of my palm under her tight skirt.
“You know the terrible thing about having glass everywhere in your office?” I said, releasing her. “I can’t just bend you over my desk and fuck you.”
“That sounds like a serious oversight,” she said in a high-pitched, breathless voice as she adjusted her clothes, smoothing her shaking hands over the fabric of her blouse.
