“You are not their parent. I am.”
“I know that!”
“No, you clearly don’t, and what I do with my kids is not up for discussion.”
“Fuck you,” she sneers.
That’s it. I’ve had enough. I snap my finger and point at her. “Shut your mouth and get back to work, Ms. Fischer.”
Autumn bares her teeth. “Make me, asshole.”
“Fine!” Losing the last of my composure, I spring out of my seat, grab Autumn by her shoulders, and spin her around, moving her back to her side of the office, trying to force her into her seat.
She fights me tooth and nail. “What are you—stop it! Forest, you son of a bitch!” She throws her elbow back into my gut, making me double over on top of her, pinning her hips to the desk, forcing her to flatten her hands on the surface.
I wheeze, trying to breathe with my nose buried in her silky hair from behind. “You are the most unprofessional, insufferable woman I’ve ever met.”
“Told you I’m no angel,” she hisses,attempting to throw another elbow, but I capture her wrist and slap her hand back down on her desk.
I inhale sharply when my dick hardens, pressed against her ass in her tight skirt. I inch my feet closer until her bare feet are between my brogues. Brushing the shell of her ear with my lips, my voice is husky when I tell her, “You were certainly an angel for me last weekend.”
“Forest…” she whispers, startling when I grip her right hip.
“It’s ‘Mr. Woods’ or ‘sir’ when we’re at work,” I say, involuntarily grinding against her, making her breath hitch.
Autumn lit out of my house so fast after I ate her sweet pussy, I didn’t have the chance to beg her to return the favor by giving me her mouth. Though I’d worked two orgasms out of myself in the shower afterward, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I imagined it would have been had she been the one to make me cum.
Autumn tips her head to the side, making eye contact over her shoulder, her glossy lips parted. Color is high on her cheeks when she arches her back with a moan, pushing her ass back against my erection. “What are you doing?”
I pinch the hem of her skirt and draw it up to her hips. “I’m going to eat your pussy from behind, then jack my cock and cum on your ass.”
She whimpers when I kiss the pulse point on her neck and roughly tug her thong down her thighs, slipping the tips of my fingers between the seam of her pussy lips. She’s so wet already that she easily accepts my first finger when I thrust it shallowly inside her.
“You want that as much as I do, don’t you, angel?”
“That would be highly unprofessional, sir,” she says breathily.
She’s right. I squeeze my eyes shut with a bone-deep groan, pushing my finger a little deeper inside her before I force myself to let go and stumble away to my side of the office.Slamming my elbows on my desk, I jam the heels of my palms into my eyes. I was this fucking close to getting on my knees and begging her to squirt on my face. At work! Where her dad is my boss! No matter how attractive any of my previous coworkers have been, I’ve never once, in any way, shape, or form, been inappropriate with them, so what is it about Autumn that has me tossing my ethics out the window?
“I’m sorry, Ms. Fischer,” I say with shame. “It won’t happen again.”
“Asshole,” she mutters, shoving her skirt down, then crumpling a five-dollar bill in her hand, shooting it like a basketball at the swear jar.
It takes Autumn less than another twenty-four hours of needling me to death before I give in and compromise by offering Mrs. Schwartz a massive cash bonus to fly to the conference with us on such short notice. Not that Autumn really needed to force me into doing so, since I was sick, thinking of leaving the kids when I would be so far away.
Friday evening, Autumn gives me a smug glare from across the aisle, then blanches when our plane hits some turbulence. She clutches Sherman’s hand, and he tells her to breathe, offering her a paper sack in case she loses her airport restaurant dinner. The only thing that snaps her out of her fear is when Sebastian suddenly screams. Hysterical, he lunges off of Mrs. Schwartz’s lap, scrambles over Josephine, and crashes on top of Benjamin, who I’m holding on my lap, feeding him a bottle to relieve the air pressure that hurts his little ears.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Woods,” Mrs. Schwartz says, trying to wrangle Sebastian back onto her lap. She’s a spritely woman, with long black hair pulled up in a ponytail, wearing head-to-toe workout gear and an expensive, professional brand ofrunning sneakers—not at all the frail older woman Autumn made her out to be. Autumn is still faster.
“Come here, Sebby,” Autumn says loudly, unbuckling her seatbelt so she can reach across the aisle.
Sebastian eagerly jumps off my lap into her arms, clinging to her.
Her shoulders slump with relief. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s just a little turbulence. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She clicks her seatbelt back in place around both of them with his stomach pressed to hers, his temple resting on her upper chest.
Sherman hums, watching his daughter as she rubs her hand up and down Sebastian’s back, kissing the top of his head as his cries subside.
“What?” she asks her dad with a sour expression. “He’s scared.”
