I slip my arms into my blouse and turn my back to him while I quickly button it and reach for my skirt. “I do still work for you,” I say, tugging my skirt up and over my hips. “At least for a few more weeks.”
When I’m clothed, I turn to face him again. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep things professional. This…” I wave a hand between us, “It won’t affect my work.”
“Good.” Luke’s sitting up against the headboard now, his chest bare, the blankets pooled at his waist. It’s a very distracting sight. I swallow hard and force myself to focus on his face. But the very heated look he’s giving me isn’t making it easy to stay professional.
Not that there’s anything remotely professional about this situation.
“I like the way you work.”
He isnotmaking this easy for me.
I turn to leave, but before I do, I have to know. “Just out of curiosity,” I say as I turn around to face him again. “What if youhadleft me wanting last night?”
A smirk crosses his face.
“Well, I would have had to fix it.”
That makes my stomach flip. “Fix it?”
He doesn’t bother to hide the way his gaze drags over me before returning to my eyes.
“Yeah,” he says, like it’s not the huge deal it obviously is. “Fix it.”
I fold my arms over my chest and take a step back, not trusting myself not to jumpon the bed again and see firsthand exactly what he’s talking about.
"And what exactly does that involve?”
His eyes flash. This is a dangerous game we’re playing.
Very dangerous.
“Taking my time,” he says. “Paying closer attention to every little moan and the way your breathing changes, just a little…when I move my fingers justso.”
Heat climbs up my neck, but I don’t look away.
“Making sure you come so hard that there’s no room for thoughts of spreadsheets and file folders in that pretty head of yours. No, the only thing you’ll be thinking about while you shatter is how it feels to have my big, thick cock buried so deeply inside you.
Holy shit.
Moisture rushes between my legs, and my pussy throbs at the image he’s laying out for me.
“That sounds…thorough,” I manage weakly.
“It is,” he says. “At least, it will be.”
The way he says it, like it’s not a question, but a promise, sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“That is…if you’re interested,” he adds before I can register exactly what he’s proposing. He wants to do it again? He wantsmeagain?
“This is a very dangerous conversation to be having,” I say, although there’s no real conviction behind the words. The truth is, I absolutely would do it again. And again.
But…
“You’re the one who started it,” he says with a smirk.
This new version of Luke. This teasing, almost playful version of my grumpy mountain man boss has completely thrown me for a loop.
I like it.
