Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Declan removed his glasses and placed them on the desk with a soft click. This allowed him to glare at me more forcefully with his beautiful, sky-blue eyes. “Why are you the only employee in my entire department who feels the need to come ask me questions?”
“Do you think it’s because I’m struggling to understand Courtland’s system?” I leaned forward so I could rest my elbows on his desk. “Do you think you could give me some hands-on training?”
Declan’s eyes widened, but there was no other indication that I’d scored a hit on him. But then, after nearly a year of learning to read all his tiny tells and subtle micro expressions, I was getting quite good at finding those vulnerable spots. Now that I’d learned how to turn him on, my newest goal was to push him to the point of demanding a spontaneous meeting outside of our usual weekend schedule.
“Impossible. Why don’t you make inquiries of your manager?”
“He’s not as knowledgeable as you.”
His gaze narrowed. “You come in here asking me questions you know the answers to.”
“Maybe I do that because I miss you.”
He didn’t even blink at that one.
“You have a barter system set up with countless Courtland employees where they bring you treats and iced coffee in exchange for you asking me questions.”
Ouch! Caught. I didn’t think he knew about that.
“And maybe asking you questions gives me a chance to torment you.” I dropped my voice to a rough whisper and rested my head against my hand. “The more worked up I can get you, the harder you fuck me later.”
Declan’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath. Yeah, I was sure he knew that was exactly what I’d been doing, but I’d never said the words out loud.
“This needs to stop,” he ground out between his clenched teeth.
“And it will. In two weeks.”
That was it. There were only two weeks left on my contract, and I could return to my first love—art. I’d taken this job to pad my savings. Winter was fast approaching, and it was a quieter time in terms of commissions and new shows. Having some extra money socked away so I could work without worrying about paying my bills was always nice.
“Unless you offered me a full-time, permanent position here. Then I could come visit you all the time,” I teased.
“Not happening.”
“We could spend our lunch hour together. Maybe lock the door and—”
“No!” Declan snapped, showing his first spark of temper. He cleared his throat and sat back in his chair, his face flushed and his eyes wide, as if he couldn’t quite believe that his control had slipped.
A low chuckle tumbled from my throat, and I shook my head. “Don’t worry; I wouldn’t accept a job offer from you even if you came crawling on your knees.” I stopped as that gorgeous image passed through my mind. Maybe I wouldn’t accept a job offer if he were on his knees, but I could think of other fun things I’d love to do to him.
The handsome man looked as though he wanted to throttle me, and I couldn’t blame him. Driving Declan Foster insane had become one of my favorite pastimes since I’d started working at Courtland Enterprises. It didn’t hurt that I’d been here through the debacle of Sebastian Courtland and his adorable assistant-turned-boyfriend. Not that I wished either of them any kind of ill will. But I thought it was even more tantalizing that the very proper Declan had his own dirty secret.
Of course, that secret was going to stay buried for both our sakes. In two weeks, I’d be gone and my access to Declan would be limited to our weekend fuck sessions, which was for the best. Part of me had begun to long for something a little more, and that just spelled trouble.
“However,” I drawled. “When my contract is up, I have one small wish.”
Declan didn’t so much as move a muscle or give any kind of hint that he wanted to know what my desire was. Naturally, I took that as a sign that he was eager to know what I was thinking.
“On my last day, I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me.”
“Never.”
I laughed, throwing my head back. That was a challenge if I’d ever heard one. “How can you say never? You know you want to.” I pushed to my feet and leaned forward while still holding on to the edge of the desk. “For all the times I’ve come in here to irritate you with questions. All the times I’ve made you hard while you sat at this desk, and you could do nothing about it. Don’t you want to make me pay for that? Press my face into your fucking planner and stuff my hole with your cock? Fuck me until your office is filled with my desperate begging.”