“Perfect,”Aaron’s voice purrs through my AirPods.“Now I’m going to taste you until you’re begging me to stop.”
My entire body flushes hot. I squeeze my eyes tighter as vivid images of Aaron eating my pussy have me gripping the edge of my desk. God. I need to stop this, but I can’t. I’m lost in his words and the way he is breathing through these AirPods.
A soft click makes my eyes fly open.
And there he is—Aaron Singleton, leaning against my closed office door, arms crossed, dimples on full display. His hazel eyes lock with mine, widening slightly at whatever expression must be on my face.
I yank the AirPods from my ears in horror. The Bluetooth disconnects, and suddenly Aaron’s voice fills the room.
“—look at this pussy crying out for me,”booms from my phone speaker at full volume.
For one excruciating moment, we stare at each other in perfect silence. My face burns so hot I’m certain I must be glowing like a traffic light.
“Good morning,” Aaron says finally, his voice perfectly matching the one that just narrated the most explicit scene I’ve ever heard. “Interesting choice of work material.”
I lunge for my phone, nearly knocking over my coffee in the process. My fingers fumble with the screen until I finally manage to pause the audio.
“What—” My voice cracks. I swallow hard. “I thought you weren’t coming back for two days.”
He leans against the closed door, those infuriating dimples appearing as his lips curve upward. “Enjoying my audiobook, Counselor? The infamous Minji Lee, destroyer of fairy-tale endings, caught in the act with chapter fourteen.” His hand presses dramatically to his chest. “I’m flattered.”
“It’s professional curiosity. Nothing more.”
He peels himself from the door and advances into my office. With each step, the walls seem to inch closer together. “Is that so? Because from where I stood, you looked rather… captivated. Almost like you were losing yourself in it.”
Heat crawls up my neck. “Thorough analysis requires immersion. Any decent attorney knows that’s how you dissect the material properly,” I counter, my courtroom reflexes kicking in.
He circles my desk, that smile never faltering. “There’s a difference between analysis and absorption. Which were you experiencing?”
I lift my chin, meeting his eyes directly. “Mr. Singleton, I should clarify something. I don’t lose myself. Not when I’m arguing cases, and certainly not when I’m listening to fictional romance, regardless of how well-crafted it might be.”
“Well-crafted,” he repeats, dimples deepening. “We’re making progress. Tell me what you think of the story so far.”
“That privacy is a concept clearly lost on you,” I snap, trying to regain my composure. “Do you always enter without knocking?”
“The door was ajar,” he gestures behind him. “And I did knock. Twice, actually. You seemed preoccupied.”
God, kill me now. I take a deep breath, desperately trying to will away the heat still pulsing between my legs. The lingeringeffects of his voice—both recorded and real—are making it nearly impossible to think straight.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I ask, quickly changing the subject.
“I came here to get my notebook but then I saw your door, so I thought about saying good morning.” He snatches my phone off my desk. “Want to know how this chapter ends?”
“No, thank you,” I snap, standing abruptly.
“Come now, my little Athena,” Aaron teases, waving my phone like a matador flaunting a red cape. “Let me show you how it finishes.” He pockets my phone, picks me up, and places me on my desk.
“Aaron, once again, this isn’t appropriate,” I manage to say, though my voice lacks its usual commanding tone. He leans forward, his face inches from mine, his eyes twinkling with a challenge.
“We’ve already crossed the bridge of what’s appropriate or not.” His minty breath fans across my face, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. I know he is referring to the bra incident.
I push at his chest, getting off the desk. “I don’t have anything here of yours.”
“I never said it was in here.”
“Then why are you here, Mr. Singleton?”
“As I said earlier, I was just stopping by to say good morning.” His voice drops to that same rumbling tone that had me squirming in my seat not five minutes ago. “I’m assuming you like the book so far.”
