Pushing up from my desk, I winced as my back was killing me, and I desperately needed to stretch it out. Promising myself an extra long yoga workout later, followed by a hot bath, I picked up my notepad and pencil and walked to Jasper’s office.
“Knock knock,” I announced as I stepped through the open doorway. “Can I help?”
He looked up, his brown eyes locking on mine. Jasper’s new appearance still took me by surprise. He was hot before, but the clean shaven, short haired look made him look older and way sharper than before. I was drawn to his square jaw and his full pink lips, which he flicked his tongue over as if he could hear my thoughts.
He pointed at the screen and then let his hand fall to the desk. “Not unless you can fix this.”
I stood next to his chair so I could see what he was looking at, and I was met with lots of numbers in one of the spreadsheets I’d set up for him.
“What am I looking at?” I asked, placing my notepad down on the edge of the desk.
“My demise.” He let out a groan, running his hand down his face.
“Sounds a little dramatic. What is it really?”
He turned in his chair, his legs wide so that I ended up standing between them, still facing his computer. He didn’t seem to notice how close I was or how intimate our position. I swallowed down the arousal that spiked inside me, reminding myself that this man was my boss and straight, so pretty much off limits, despite how sexy he was or how many things I imagined him doing to me or letting me do to him.
“It’s the data from Australia. It’s been strange for a couple of weeks, but this is... well, it’s almost the opposite of what I’d expect. Especially after what we found in Ecuador.”
I placed my hand on the desk, leaning over slightly to try to get a better understanding of what I was meant to be seeing, but instead, all I could think about was how I was pressing into Jasper’s thigh, his hard muscles against my cock.
Do not get hard. Do not get hard.
“Are you not doing research, so isn’t the point to explore a hypothesis? You wouldn’t expect all the data to tell you the same thing, would you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and level when I felt anything but.
“It is, but I’ve been doing this for almost a decade and everything has pointed in the same direction, but now this...” He pressed his hand to my back and his touch burned through me, forcing me to roll my lips into my mouth to stop the moan that danced on the tip of my tongue.
He pointed to a row of data with his free hand. “If this is true, then everything...” He blew out a breath. “We could lose our funding.” His foot began bouncing, rocking his thigh up and down, edging my cock again and again. “The whole project could end. All those jobs, all those people, the money that’s been spent...” His words spilled out, panic flooding through them.
My body moved, arching against him, my cock hardening from the contact. Jasper didn’t seem to notice, his worry overshadowing everything else as he continued to stare at the screen, his lips moving as he worked through the numbers.
“Professor.” I turned my head to look at him, not wanting to move my body and flash him the erection I was now sporting. “Professor.” I pressed my hand on his thigh, and he froze, his eyes widening when he realised the predicament we’d found ourselves in.
“Shit.”
Now he’d stopped moving, I willed my cock to soften as I looked at him. “You’re spiralling, Professor. I need you to think with that massive brain of yours. The data is not what you’re expecting, which means what?”
He dropped his gaze to where I was pressed to his thigh, but I placed my knuckle under his chin and lifted his face back up. “Think, Professor. If this was one of your students who came to you with a problem, what would you tell them?”
He licked his lips again, which did nothing for the arousal burning through me.
“I would tell them to work out if the data was wrong or if there is something off with the data source or the way it’s been collected.”
“Right.” I smiled, and he nodded as if it was making more sense now. I dropped my hand back to my side, my cock now soft but aching with need. Sucking in a breath to make sure it stayed that way, I turned to face him.
He arched his neck and my mind went to how good it would feel to nuzzle into him while I rode his cock.
Oh my god, what is wrong with me? I need to get laid, and soon, before I jump my poor boss and he has to report me to HR.
I folded my arms over my chest, trying and probably failing miserably to hide my inappropriate thoughts. “Good start,” I said with more sass than I’d meant. “And?”
He lifted his brow as if he was challenging my sudden attitude. “I would tell them not to stress until they were sure what was causing the anomaly.”
I smiled. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
He nodded.
“So, what? You need to get them to recollect the data?”
