Page 63 of Strictly Against Policy

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Jonathan, you’re a gentle man, yes. However, you’re no gentleman. You fucked me with your fingers last night. Several times.”

“And then ate you out in the back of my car.” He groaned as his length stirred, recalling the events of last night. “I’m sorry, Lina. I should’ve taken it slow with you.”

I scoffed. “I’m a virgin and inexperienced. But that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant, or that I didn’t want what we did last night, Professor Lo.”

Jonathan hummed. The vibrations were deep and guttural, practically sounding like a growl. “That is the last thing you should be calling me right now, Darling.”

“Why not?” I allowed my voice to dip low into a velvety tone. The heat deep in my lower stomach roiled.

He swallowed, jaw working. “Patience is a virtue, Lina. We need to take it easy and slowly.”

I smiled, ready to say the wittiest thing on my tongue. Jonathan’s hand came up to take hold of my chin. His gentle touch soothed and doused the fiery desire burning over my skin.

“Not yet, alright? I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed my forehead, pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Okay,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He breathed me in. “Sex is fun, but I want all the lovey-dovey crap, too, Lina.” I laughed, and he hummed into my hair. “I fucking love that sound.”

“My laugh?” I smiled, curved lips pressed against his clavicles.

“Yeah, it sounds like a chime. You have a nice laugh.” His voice reverberated throughout his chest as his heart hammered against mine.

“You said that⁠—”

“In the janitor’s closet,” he breathed. “Yeah.”

I peered up at him. His neck flushed in a splotchy red. “You also got hard.”

His dick twitched at the mention of him. “It was your nipples.”

“I figured.” I laughed again. “Speaking of that tiny janitorial closet at work, what about work and our relationship?”

“The pharmacy prohibits employee fraternization,” Jonathan nodded slowly. He smiled softly down at me, holding my face.

“And?”

“This will unfortunately have to be our secret. But I can’t say I’m confident about keeping it that way.”

I arched a brow at him. “Why?” I cooed, nuzzling my face into his chest and breathing in his salt-and-fresh-citrus cologne. I scraped my teeth over his T-shirt and over his nipple. His breath hitched. “Because you’re too emotionally reactive?”

An icy glare narrowed his gaze as the corner of his lips curled into a playful snarl. “Is that how you see me, Dr. Lee? Reactive?”

“Careful, Dr. Lo,” I cooed with a smirk. “I’m your subordinate, sir.”

He threaded his hand through the roots of my hair and yanked me into his lips in a bruising, intense kiss. We heaved and gasped for air when we parted, my saliva trailing down his chin.

With his face only a few centimeters away, he breathed down my neck in a fiery exhale. “Careful, Dr. Lee. I only reward the one who behaves.”

I tiptoed, ready to bite his lower lip into a kiss, but he pulled back at once. His strong arms kept every attempt I made at bay. A deep chuckle rumbled out of him. Lips crooked into an arrogant smirk. Dark eyes stormed with delight at the sight of my failure to kiss him.

“I suggest you mind your manners at work,” he murmured.

My brows furrowed. “My manners?”

“Yes.” His hands relaxed against my shoulders.

“If I don’t?” I glowered.