Page 89 of Grumpy Boss of the Year

“If I’m being honest here, I feel like you seem to be the more sexual one, Elisabetta.”

“Really? You’re the one who fingered me on the plane under a blanket.”

“I mean, that’s because you didn’t want to join the mile-high club.”

“Because there were loads of people on the plane, and I didn’t want to get arrested. My dad cannot afford to bail me out.”

“I could have bailed you out.”

“I’m not going to ask for that kind of money from you. You’re my boss, and that’s it.”

A twinge of something twists in my heart. If only she knew the truth. But I have to let it go. I’m not going to allow feelings of guilt or trepidation ruin the next week with her.

“Have you ever wanted to, then?” she asks me, keeping her voice low.

“Have I ever wanted to? I guess I’ve been too busy pleasuring my partners to think about pleasuring myself in front of them.”

“I mean, I think that would be quite sexy,” she says, staring at my lips.

“Oh?” My heart races slightly.

“I mean, I’d kind of like to see you touching yourself, getting yourself off. It’s kind of hot.” She grins at me. “I mean, if you were thinking about me, that is.”

“What? You want me to think about you and jack off at the same time?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no.” she giggles.

“I mean, we can make that happen if you want.”

“I’m not saying that I want that.

“I would just need you naked.”

“What?”

I grin at her. “If I’m going to jack off and think about you, I need to see you naked.”

“But you’ve already seen me naked.”

“I have, and when I’m alone in my room, and I’m jacking off to myself, I do now think of those images quite vividly.”

I grin at her, and she blushes a deep red.

“But, if I’m going to do this in front of you, I want to see everything right there.”

“I mean, I didn’t say that I need you to do it. I was just saying?—”

“I know,” I cut her off, but I’m just letting you know that if you want to make that happen, then…” I wink at her. “You know what needs to happen.”

“I mean, trust me when I say this, Liam, I’m not begging to see you jacking off. Plus, I’ll probably go out to a bar tonight and see if I can get my flirt game on.”

“Your flirt game on?” I feel annoyed by that comment, but I don’t want to tell her that.

“Yeah, I mean, you said you don’t want to mix business with pleasure, and I want to have as much pleasure as I can before I end up marrying some weird rando.”

“What do you mean,as much pleasure as you can? You going to try to fuck everyone in the Caribbean?”

I can hear the anger in my voice.

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