She flutters her eyelids, feigning innocence. “You told me to come, Mr. Davis.”
Oh, so that’s how she wants to play it. Okay, I’ll take part in her game.
“You’re twenty years old. You graduated.”
Her smile grows, and she shrugs lazily, stretching her arms out, plumping up the juicy mounds on her chest. My thigh muscles nearly cramp as I tense up. I’m a pot about to boil over.
“The office has a transfer order saying I’m a student here.”
Wow. If that’s true, she really put some effort into this.
My eyes start to slip. Her body’s curves are simply too much to handle. I can feel myself starting to crack. Just the way she shifts in her seat has me sweating under my dress shirt.
“But your father—”
“Doesn’t know I’m here,” she replies. “And I would like to keep it that way.”
She smooths her skirt, and the cracks continue. My eyes move down, tracking the motion involuntarily. I’m breathing heavily through my nose, my chest starting to heave.
She has no idea what she’s doing, tempting me like this.
Or does she?
She clearly has a plan of some kind, and I stare like a man hypnotized as she rises from her chair and lifts her bag. “Do you want to go over the dress code with me, or should I go?”
My hands are tingling, desperate to touch her. My erection throbs with painful desire. Sweat drips down my body as I swallow hard and gasp for breath.
You can’t do it. She’s Tom’s daughter!
Gracie sighs and shakes her head, and as she turns for the door, I realize I haven’t even responded. I’ve just been staring like a madman, dragging my eyes up and down her body, fighting back temptation.
But it’s not working. I’m collapsing inside.
Maybe just this once…
She reaches out for the doorknob, and that’s when the spark shoots through me. An electric shock that causes me to bark, “Stop right there!”
The volume of my voice startles her, and she jumps slightly, causing those sweet mounds on her chest to jiggle like treats I want to sink my teeth into.
Instantly, I’m on my feet. I cross the room, stopping myself an inch from her mouth. Her back hits the door. I reach around her and lock it.
So I’m going to hell. At least it’ll be worth it.
She lets out a gasp as I take her roughly by the tie and force her down on my desk. Licking my lips, I run my finger up the back of her thigh, feeling every hot inch, until I reach the hem of her skirt.
“This iswaytoo short,” I growl. “A violation of code.”
Her eyes flash as she glances back over her shoulder at me. “I apologize.”
“And this?!” I bark, taking her top button between my finger. The heat from her breasts pulls at my hand, daring me to take things further. “Top buttons mustneverbe undone.”
From this angle, her cleavage is even more mouthwatering. I saw her once in a bikini and shorts when I came over to see Tom but instantly looked away. I knew it was wrong. And it still is.
The only difference is that now I can’t look away.
“And…are you going to punish me?” she asks, her voice a seductive whisper that sends my testosterone levels sky-high.
That’s it. She’s broken me. I’ve lost control.
