“We work together,” I remind him, my palm sliding over his tuxedo-covered pec.
“I’m the boss; I won’t fire us.”
The silly fool.
My smile is on my lips before I can stop it.
“Stop,” I shake my head.
“That option has now passed.I want to fuck you so badly my cock is going to snap,” Drew growls in my ear.“Come home with me, and I promise we’ll put this behind us tomorrow and forget it ever happened.One night.”
A shiver runs through me as his hand slides over my bottom.
Oh god.
More.I want him to touch me so much more.
“Say yes.”His voice is even rougher this time.“I will make your sweet pussy purr.”
Oh, my fucking god.
My eyes lift, and he knows what my answer is.I can see it plain as day.Before I can change my mind, Drew takes my hand and pulls me across the room.
We’re stopped.
“Carrington,” an older man says, and I block out his words as my heart slams inside my chest, wondering if this is the moment I slip away and stop us from making a mistake.
Drew squeezes my hand, a warning not to run.
“I will call you next week.”Drew rudely steps around the man.
“Hey buddy, what’s the hurry?”Zander steps into our path next.
We stop dead, and Drew’s hand falters but doesn’t let go.“No hurry, but we’re leaving.An emergency.”
I almost snort out a laugh, but instead I drop my eyes to the floor momentarily.
“Without saying goodbye?”Zander glances at me when I look up, and I force out an innocent smile.
At least I hope it looks innocent.
Probably not.
“Are you well, Gemma?”Zander asks, and that’s when I realize he knows exactly what’s going on.
“Yes,” I squeak, then cringe.
“Move.Leave,” Drew growls.
Oh god.I feel that sound right inside my pussy.
“Don’t think that’s a good idea.”Zander nods at the man standing at the microphone at the front of the room.
“Wha—”
Tap, tap, tap.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is about to begin.”
