Page 92 of Most Likely to Fear Love

“You know the rules, Cass.” His voice was low, dangerous. Promising. “No underwear. Even when you’re away from home. I’m just here to make sure you’re obeying them.” His eyes traveled slowly down my body, making my skin tingle. “Take your jacket off.”

Oh. My. God.

I stood frozen, my mind spinning between ‘this is my office’ and ‘holy hell, yes.’ Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of the workday continuing. Phones ringing, copier humming, the distant murmur of voices. My professional world carried on, completely unaware of what was happening behind my locked door.

Harle raised his brow, a challenge in his gaze. The corner of his mouth lifted in that knowing smirk that always made my insides turn to liquid fire.

Fuck it.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the buttons of my suit jacket. The soft whisper of wool against silk seemedimpossibly loud in the charged silence between us. I slipped it off my shoulders, draping it carefully over my chair.

“Good girl.” His praise sent a shiver down my spine. “Now undo the shirt.”

The weight of his gaze was almost physical as I worked each button free. One by one. Slowly. The cool air of my office kissed each newly exposed inch of skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. When I reached the last button, I hesitated.

“All the way, Cassidy.”

I swallowed hard, undoing that final button. The silk parted, revealing my bare skin beneath. The rush of exposure, of being half-naked in my own office, sent my pulse skyrocketing.

Harle’s intense gaze burned into me as he closed the distance between us. He reached out, brushing the edges of my shirt aside with deliberate slowness. His fingertips barely grazed my skin, but it was enough to make my breath hitch.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing one finger down my sternum. My nipples tightened in anticipation before he’d even touched them. When he finally cupped my breasts, running his thumbs over the sensitive peaks, I had to bite my lip to keep quiet.

“Very good,” Harle’s voice was rough with approval. “Now turn around slowly.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I complied.

“Lift your skirt,” he commanded softly.

My breath caught in my throat. This was insane. We were in my office, for God’s sake. Alice was probably still wondering about the handsome man with flowers. And here I was, about to...

“Cassidy.” His voice held that edge of authority that made my knees weak. “I won’t ask twice.”

With shaking hands, I gripped the hem of my pencil skirt and slowly began to raise it. The fabric inched up my thighs,revealing more and more skin. I heard Harle’s sharp intake of breath behind me.

“Higher,” he growled.

I bit my lip, lifting the skirt until it bunched around my waist. The cool air caressed my bare ass, and I felt utterly exposed. Vulnerable. And God help me, incredibly turned on.

“Perfect,” Harle breathed. “You’ve been such a good girl, following the rules.”

I heard him move closer, his presence looming behind me. His large, warm hand came to rest on my hip, and I couldn’t suppress the small gasp that escaped my lips.

With his other hand in the middle of my back, he pushed me forward, so I was leaning over my desk. My hands splayed across the polished wood surface, right on top of those environmental impact reports I’d been studying earlier.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone nearly made me whimper.

“Are you going to say no to me, Cassidy?” His voice was rough with desire. “Are you going to use your one free pass?”

“No.” God no. Absolutely fucking no way. I was burning for him, aching, desperate. I had to grit my teeth when he rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“Fucking drenched for me, darlin’.”

“Mmm.” It was all I could manage. Any actual words had long since abandoned me.

I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white as Harle teased me mercilessly. The anticipation was almost unbearable, every nerve ending in my body on high alert. A stack of papers slipped to the floor, but I couldn’t have cared less about environmental impact reports right now.

“Please,” I whimpered, not even caring how desperate I sounded.

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