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Fidgeting in my seat at just the dominating tone of his email, I typed back.

To: Chase Parker

From: Reese Annesley

Subject: You really need one

Without a lost and found, misplaced items can wind up anywhere.

Your office? Is there something you need from me?

I pictured Chase’s chocolaty eyes darkening as he thought about his response.

To: Reese Annesley

From: Chase Parker

Subject: What I need

What did you lose?

I need lots of things from you, starting with your mouth wrapped around my cock.

The sensible side of me should probably have been worried about whether the IT department scanned or read emails. But the part of me that was falling for the boss had lost her senses about a half hour ago. I responded with five words in the subject field.

Check your top left drawer.

My office door was closed, and I half expected it to fly open once Chase found my underwear in his desk. Instead my email pinged.

To: Reese Annesley

From: Chase Parker

Subject: Hard

They smell incredible. Get. Your. Ass. In here. Now.

I stopped in the bathroom on the way to Chase’s office to freshen up. I’d decided he was going to get exactly what he’d said he needed in his office—my mouth wrapped around his gloriously thick cock. Looking in the mirror, I found my cheeks already flushed with anticipation. I gave my hair a good fluff, unbuttoned the top button of my blouse to show a hint of cleavage, lined my lips with Dr. Pepper-flavored Chapstick, and popped a Listerine breath strip in my mouth before heading to the Bossman’s office.

Chase was on the phone when I walked in, but he didn’t need to say anything to me to reveal what he was thinking. His eyes followed my every step. Even though he didn’t move, I felt like prey being hunted.

My nipples hardened. What an extraordinary talent for a man to have—the ability to incite with only a look.

I walked to the concealed control panel and pressed the button to sheath the glass with the electronic blinds. Chase’s eyes blazed as he continued his conversation, his voice growing thicker and deeper as the blinds moved across their track, each inch blocking out more of the outside world. When I shut and locked the door, he rushed whoever was on the line off the phone.

Call ended, I took slow, deliberate steps toward his desk, one heel-clad foot in front of the other. Just as I reached the corner, there were two quick raps on the door, and someone attempted to open it.

I looked to Chase. Neither of us said a word, both hoping whoever was on other side of the door would disappear.

“Chase?” Samantha called as she knocked a second time.

No such luck.

He dropped his head and groaned before getting up. “Don’t move. I’ll get rid of her.”

That task didn’t prove as easy as he’d thought. Chase opened the door, but attempted to block the entrance to his office. That only made Sam more interested in what was inside.

“What are you doing in there?”