Now, he looks up at me. All I manage is a nod, but that’s enough for him to begin.
At one point, he shows me something with writing I can’t make out even with my glasses, but when I bend down to get a closer look, he stops talking.
“You’re too high up,” he states, then promptly reaches for my waist and pulls me down.
Onto his lap.
“Now you can see...” He might as well be speaking Latin because all I can focus on is the way his one hand claims half my waist while the other uses the mouse to indicate certain things.
“I shouldn’t be sitting here like this,” I blurt, and he immediately stops, turning to look at me.
I think this is the closest we’ve been. I see specks of green in his eyes.
“Why?” His brows furrow.
“It’s kinda inappropriate for me to be sat on your knee…”
“It is?”
I nod.
“Why?”
“Because...” I flounder, “because it’s... intimate.”
“Oh. Because we’re close?” As if to hammer that point home, his fingers graze up over my ribs.
“Yep.” My voice goes a little shrill, and I hate myself for it.
“I don’t mind,” he says, clearly oblivious to my struggles as he continues telling me about the update to my firewalls.
Right, well… I guess if he doesn’t think this is inappropriate, I’ll just stay here until he’s finished. Rather than making a big deal out of nothing. Yep. That makes sense.
Eventually, the shock of being sat on his lap fades as I get enraptured in all the details. I start asking a couple of questions, and I think he likes that. Every time I say something, his grip gets a little firmer on my waist.
“So this way, when staff log in, they’ll get a text to their phone, and they enter that code?” I ask, leaning slightly to the side to look at the example on the screen.
“Um-hm.”
“Oh, that’s easy. And I guess if... if...” There’s something brushing my neck. “…they forget their phone, they can always...” Something soft over my pulse point. “Sylvan, what are you doing?”
“Trying to scent you,” he says as his nose grazes my throat.
I freeze. “Why?”
“I’m imagining how good you’d smell freshly fucked and knotted.”
Oh my fucking—
I shoot off his lap, but he’s quick, military trained, and I find myself caged on the desk. His strong arms trap me on either side as he lowers himself until our eyes meet.
“Was that too blunt?”
“Just a tad,” I breathe. “You went from firewalls to... that.”
“Hmm. But you asked, and I don’t lie.”
I swallow. “I’m starting to get that now.”
