Page 145 of Sexting His Assistant

“Tell me no.”

Her eyes hold mine.

She doesn’t say it.

Nina’s breathing changes. The risk is doing something to her.

She hates that.

I can see it in her face.

I slide my fingers over the edge of her underwear. She’s already wet through the fabric.

My jaw tightens.

She sees my expression and flushes. “Don’t.”

“I said nothing.”

“You looked smug.”

“I’m very disciplined.”

“You are touching me in a coffee room.”

“My discipline has limits.”

She opens her mouth, probably to insult me again.

I move the fabric aside and touch her.

Her words disappear.

She grabs the counter with one hand and my shirt with the other. Her eyes close for one second, then open again, focused on mine as if she is trying to prove she can take this without losing herself.

I rub her clit slowly at first, watching her fight to stay quiet. Her mouth trembles, then firms. Her thighs tighten around my hips. She looks furious and turned on and terrified of the door all at once.

“Quiet,” I say.

She gives me a look that would be more effective if she were not shaking against my hand.

“I hate you,” she whispers.

“No, you don’t.”

“I could.”

“Not right now.”

Her breath catches when I slide one finger inside her.

She’s hot and tight and too wet for any lie she might have tried to tell. I lower my mouth to hers, not kissing fully, just close enough to feel every sound she tries to hold back.

She turns her face into my neck. “Someone could knock,” she whispers.

“Yes.”

“Someone could need coffee.”