He leans in closer, flashing me a grin. “I’m the boss. I do what I want.”
“What if we fight?”
“You’ll have your own office—you can lock me out.”
I laugh. “Tempting...”
“Come on, Mischief. It’s good money, and I know you need it. If you want to stay, that is...”
I do want to stay.
I really do.
But I still haven’t made the formal announcement. The one where I quit my old job, go back and pack up my life, and come home. It’s huge.
“We’re in this together, yeah?”
I meet his gaze. “Yeah, we are. Okay, I’ll take it.”
His grin makes everything in that moment worth it. “You even get an office.”
“So I don’t get to work in here?” I tease, lightly.
“No way.”
“Oh, why?”
“Because I’ll be fucking you constantly and never getting anything done.”
My cheeks heat. “Well, okay then.”
He leans in and kisses me, but it quickly turns heated until my bottom is pressing against his desk and he’s grinding his cock against my jeans. Fuck.
“I haven’t even started yet,” I whimper.
“Fuck it,” he growls, hauling me up onto the desk.
He jerks down his jeans at the same time as I am shuffling out of mine.
“I want to spank that ass,” he rasps.
Then, without warning, he spins me around and bends me over the desk. His fingers run down my spine until he reaches my bottom.
“Do it,” I breathe.
He does, hard, and I cry out, hips jolting back. The next time he does it, he is pushing his cock into me at the same time, hand landing on flesh, hot and firm. I try not to scream as a mix of pleasure and pain rips through my body. His growls of satisfaction send me over the edge, and my world feels as though it spins as the most incredible orgasm rips through me.
“Fuck,” he barks, and then his cock is pulsing inside me, deep, hot, hard.
We don’t even get a second to come down when there is a knock on the door.
“Excuse me, Mr. Phoenix?”
He pulls out, jerking his jeans up and barking, “What?”
“The conference room is ready now.”
“Coming.”
