She walks into the office, brushing at her cheek as she closes the door behind her. I look at her more closely, and her eyes are a little bloodshot.
“I need you to deal with these,” I say, thrusting the paperwork at her. “If you haven’t uploaded a new account before, then go and speak with someone on Devan’s team. It takes a while, and you’ll need multiple codes from accounts. I expect it to be done by the end of the day.”
She snatches the paper out of my hand, and I look up before I can stop myself. I had intended not to make eye contact. Every time I look into those beautiful, hazel eyes, my brain short-circuits, and I can’t help remembering how they looked as I shoved my dick inside her.
“All six?” she asks, her tone flat.
“All six. By the end of the day, if you can stay awake that long.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t pretend you weren’t sleeping on the job. If you want to keep it, you’ll have that done before my final meeting.”
“Are you being an asshole on purpose?”
I blink, glancing up at the fire in her eyes. I throw down my pen, rounding the desk and stand directly in front of her. She stays totally still, not even backing up half an inch.
“Stop spending all your time at aclubat night, and maybe you’d be able to do a better job.”
“I haven’t had any complaints so far, Mr. Jones. In fact, all I’ve heard from you isintenseapproval.”
“Is that so?” I say as I crowd her, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
“You seemed pretty happy when you came inside me in your mother’s house, or was that just the euphoria talking?”
I walk into her, forcing her to step back until she hits the door.
“You keep your mouth shut,” I murmur, our lips brushing as she glares at me. “And do your fucking job.”
“That is my job, though, right? Fucking? Or is that what you have a problem with?”
Goddamn it, I’ve never been harder in my life.
“How much?” I growl.
“How much for what?”
“How much for another fuck, right now?”
“That depends. How much are you willing to pay?”
I put my hands on either side of her head. Her breathing is ragged, pupils blown, and I can tell we both need a release.
I run my nose over her neck, enjoying the little gasp she makes as the files in her hand drop to the floor. My hand skims below her waist, pushing between her legs as I hook my fingers in place as she groans.
My tongue travels up the vein of her neck, her fingers moving over my shoulders, clutching at me.
“How much to bend you over my desk and fuck the living daylights out of you, hm? I want the whole office to hear you screaming for me.”
I rub my fingers over her clit, as she moans for me, her head rolling back onto the door.
But then the same image comes roaring into my mind, the intensity in her gaze, the vigorous way she counted every bill with clinical precision.
I pull my hand away and step back. She blinks up at me, her red hair falling around her face, her lips parted, her eyes glistening and dark.
Fuck, I could take her right now, on every piece of furniture I own, and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Go home and get some sleep,” I say, surprising myself.
