I couldn’t hear what was said on the other end, but he hummed. Swiveling the chair, he jolted me to the side.
I twitched. Moisture kept coming from where we met but I couldn’t stop my need.
“I have the forms in front of me. I was almost done.” He paused and snorted. Why did he sound so unphased?
Licking my lips, I struggled to stay still, but my hips were restless. He made a choking sound. “No nothing, I’ll be sure tofinish them soon.” Again, the voice on the other end kept going. I sank my fingers into his forearm, squeezing the muscle. “Yes, yes, I’ll see you later anyway.” He clicked off and set the phone on the desk. He slid some documents closer to the edge and grabbed the pen.
He jotted down some notes. I cleared my throat, still turned on to the max, so much so that it almost hurt. “Flip the page for me, bunny,” he murmured, tapping his pen. I quickly did as he ordered, and he kept writing more. I sat there, his hard shaft inside me, while he completed his notes. Soon, the painful need soothed a bit and I lulled against him, enjoying the sensation of him being inside me.
He put his pen down finally.
“You were a good girl,” he praised, smoothing his hand down my hair. “Would you like anything later?” He breathed into my ear, slightly pumping his hips up. I bit my lip to keep my moan contained. “I’ll take you to Astor Mall after I get back from my meeting.”
My thoughts were sluggish to catch on.
“Ice cream?”
“Ice cream,” he repeated my sentence but with confusion. I nodded with effort.
“You can select an entire ice cream shop if you want, and I’ll buy it for you.” He chuckled. My pussy clenched him. His low, deep voice . . . my need made everything feel especially wet.
The muffled sound of a phone ringing echoed through the walls.
“Oh, no, my calls,” I murmured, horrified. Gritting my teeth, I jumped off him, detaching myself from his knot. Slick and precum slid down my legs, past my panties. Hobbling to the door, I tugged my skirt down and tried to wipe myself as best I could with the fabric.
His Alpha pheromones must be clinging to me. I needed to get to the bathroom, but my goal was the phone first.
“Wait, bunny.”
I ignored him, dashing out and closing the door behind me. I careened around my desk and plopped on my chair. The phone stopped ringing as soon as I had my hand on the plastic.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Please, let that have not been an important call. Groaning, I thumped my head on the desk surface. I messed upandI was so turned on I could not focus. I hadn’t come and I ached terribly.
Tapping the keyboard to sign in, I logged into the calendar to check what Judy had scheduled for me to do today. The list had significantly decreased; she must not be as mad anymore. Samuel’s door opened and I popped straighter, but kept my head slightly turned to the computer to keep up appearances. He stepped in front of my desk. Peeking up at him, I found a frown on his face, the golden strand of hair was no longer fell across his forehead. It’d been returned to its place. He’d put on a completely new pair of slacks. I cleared my throat, dragging my gaze off him and toward the clicking of the heels approaching the open area in front of his office. Judy speared around the column. I hunched lower, squeezing my thighs together.
She slowed. “Your car is ready, Alpha.”
I pursed my lips. Calling him ‘Alpha’ was completely natural as his assistant. No need for me to get jealous. I relaxed the hand that had clenched into a fist.
“Did you send over the documents?” He tugged the cuff of his sleeve to button it. His large hands moved with such control . . .
I swallowed. The corner of his mouth turned in a slight smirk and although he wasn’t obviously staring at me, I was sure he caught on to me gawking.
“Yes,” Judy said, pausing to look up at him. Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied his face. Samuel smoothed down his tieand nodded, stepping past with long strides. Instead of following him, Judy turned to me.
“Ms. Cervantes, I need you to send flowers to the location I added to your calendar.” My computer dinged to tell me the notification arrived. I only glanced at it.
“Send flowers? Who’s C.M?”
Judy frowned. “You’re not paid to ask questions.”
Ouch.
I trudgedonto the second bus that’d take me work and slumped on the plastic chair, currently suffering the aftereffects of tossing and turning all night. I hooked my thumbs on the straps of my backpack to hug it to my chest.
On the day he’d left, I’d spent the rest of my time waiting, twiddling my fingers at the desk until my shift was over and still . . . Samuel hadn’t contacted me. I kept trying to calm myself with the idea that he must be busy, or he didn’t know my number, but he could text me on my work phone line, couldn’t he? But then that would be risky?—
I groaned and stopped shy of rubbing my bleary eyes and smearing my mascara. There had to be a reason I hadn’t heard from him all weekend.
