“You’re early.” He greets me, his usual scowl replaced by a smolder meant only for me.
It makes my already wound-up body thrum with excitement. “I know. I wanted to beat the traffic.”
He drops his gaze to my lips, then trails it down to my breasts, lingering when he notices my pointed nipples. “Close the door.”
His commanding tone sends shivers down my spine, but I arch an eyebrow and smirk. “Did you forget,Mr. Carlson, that I no longer work for you?”
A threatening growl rumbles up from his throat before he pushes his chair backward and strides toward the door to close it himself.
I grin and turn my back to him, rifling through my bag to double-check that I have our passports. “Our flight doesn’t leave for a few hours, so we have enough time to grab dinner at that cute little Italian place on the corner. Then we can check in at the airport and do a little shopping. I know books at the airport stores are ridiculously expensive, but it’s still fun to browse. And who knows, I might be able to find something to read on the plane?—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
His sudden interruption startles me, but not as much as his blunt tone. Irritation prickles at my skin, and my cheeks flush with heat. What has made him so grumpy today?
I spin on my heel, ready to unleash a verbal assault.
But my words die in my throat when I see him stroking his shaft in one long, teasing pull as he walks toward me. “And take this dick like a good girl.”
A rush of heat floods my body, causing my legs to tremble and go weak. I silently curse his demand that I not wear panties as arousal drips down my thighs. Every nerve in my body is on edge, anticipating his next move.
He releases his cock and effortlessly lifts me to sit on his desk. Pushing his hand up my dress, he finds my slick, bare opening. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he lineshimself up, presses the head of his cock to my entrance, and thrusts.
I take it—every solid inch of my grumpy boss’s cock— as he fucks me on his desk like I’m his heroine in our own smutty office-romance novel.
“Good girl,” he whispers and kisses me.
The End