My heart stutters. “Then why?—”
“Because,” he snaps, then drops his head low with a sigh. “I can handle the town gossip. I don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks anymore, not after I almost lost you. But my son—” His jaw tightens.
I blink. “Mason?”
“I need to talk to him about us before this gets out. Before he hears it from someone else. You know what this town is like—gossip spreads faster than wildfire.”
I look away, throat thick with guilt. Of course he needs to tell Mason. I hadn’t even thought about that. When it’s just me and Flint, I forget he even has a son. One I used to date.
Flint stares at me, frustration flashing in his steel-grey eyes. “Besides him, you’re the only good thing I’ve had in years, Sera.”
He dips his head closer, so close I can smell a hint of smoke still clinging to his skin. His voice drops to a whisper. “If I could, I’d shout it from the damn roof. You have no idea what you do to me, firecracker.”
“Then show me.” The words leave me before I can stop them. “I need you, Chief.”
He stares down at me, chest rising and falling. “You drive me insane, you know that?” His calloused palm glides up my thigh, his fingers disappearing under my skirt. “Especially when you show up here in this. Where the hell did you even get this from? I know it’s not my sister’s.”
“You like it?” I bite my lip as his fingers dance over my panties. “It was in the bag Ember gave me. But I made a few adjustments.” I lift the sweater up over my head and toss it on his swivel chair.
His gaze roams over the rolled fabric at my waist. “You dirty girl.” His hand slides up the back of my neck. His lips crash onto mine, rough and desperate but more apology than passion. The kiss is fire and frustration and everything we haven’t said. I melt into him, my fingers gripping his shirt.
“Now you’re gonna find out what happens when you turn up at my work, looking like sin and temptation.” Before I can speak, he’s spun me around. His palm presses against my back, pushing me down on his desk, my face flush with a pile of paperwork.
His other hand lifts the pleated skirt, and he growls, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I should spank you for that little outburst back there.”
Spank me? My core clenches at the thought.
His rough hand caresses my ass cheek, then he squeezes. Another growl rumbles through him, then he’s yanking my panties down to my thighs. Only they’re not my panties. They’re granny panties Ember bought me from the store, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Are you wet for me, firecracker?”
My body trembles beneath his palm. “See for yourself.” The tinsel and mistletoe sit on his desk, and I curl my fingers around the sprigs, needing to hold on to something.
A thick finger slides down the valley of my ass, making me shiver as he glides over my tight bud before dipping into my heat. “Mmm… So wet, sweetheart.” He removes his finger, then there’s a crack.
“Owe.” I jolt on the desk, my backside stinging like fire. “You didn’t just spank me like a naughty child?”
Flint chuckles behind me, his finger slipping between my thighs. “Your pussy’s telling me you liked it.”
My core pulses, my pussy betraying me.
Crack. The sound echoes around the office like a firework. I tense my cheeks, but his soft soothing caress relieves the stingand tension, then he’s back to slipping between my thighs and massaging my clit.
I moan against the papers on his desk, desperate for more. “Chief.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
He slaps my cheek again, this time harder, and I’m jolted against the desk, my thighs soaked with my arousal.
A whimper escapes my lips, a mix between a moan and needing more.
“There, there.” He fists my hair, tugging my head back. “Give me your mouth.” He spins me around, tugging my panties down my legs.
They drop to the floor, and I sit on the edge of his desk, spreading my legs wide. I’m trembling from head to toe with adrenaline, but I’m also aroused. So aroused, slickness pools between my thighs, trickling down between my cheeks. I should be embarrassed, but the way he’s devouring me with his gaze only makes me bolder.
He licks his lips as he gazes down at my sex. “Tell me what you need, firecracker.”
