Page 10 of Breaking All The Rules

“Okay.” I breathed out heavily, my irritation mounting as I crossed the room to stand in front of her desk. “Why are you doing Kate’s job?”

I raised my eyebrows along with my voice. I knew Kate was young, but she had worked with me long enough to know better than to pawn her work off on someone else.

“I’m notdoing her job,” she said defensively. “I’m helping out a coworker who had to leave work early because she was incredibly ill. It’s the nice thing to do, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

I closed my eyes for a quick second, feeling more frustrated that I hadn’t stopped to listen to Kate when she had popped into my office earlier.

“I had no idea that she wasn’t feeling well. Did she say how long she would be out?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“At least the remainder of the week. I spoke with Regina before I took over doing the notes from the board meeting, just so you know. Kate didn’t ask me to do her job.” She stood up and grabbed the stack from the desk.

I nodded and stepped to the side as she pushed past me, her arms full. There were more than just the board meeting minutes in the pile, though I had no idea what else she had been working on.

“Want some help with those?” I asked, walking beside her as I tried to reach over and take a few things from the top to help her.

“I’ve got it. Thank you,” she replied as she subtly pulled away.

I followed her around to each office as she placed a copy of the minutes on the desks and then proceeded to work her way down to the file room. The door was closed and locked, which meant that whether she wanted it or not, she would need my help. I leaned against the wall by the door and watched as she carefully tried to balance the stack of files in one arm, raising her leg slightly to try to help balance them. Her right arm fumbled around the hem of her shirt as she struggled to find her badge to swipe to open the door.

After a few minutes of persistently trying, she blew out a breath of frustration, pushing a stray piece of hair off her face. She watched me from the corner of her eye, her irritation starting to match what I was feeling a few minutes ago.

“Ready for some help?” I asked, pushing off the wall next to her.

Her eyes narrowed as she stepped back and moved out of the way while I pulled my badge out of my pocket and scanned it. The lock clicked, and I pushed the door open, making sure she was out of the way before letting it close. She made her wayover to the table in the middle of the room and set the files down, the loudthunkechoing through the small room. Out of all the rooms on this floor, I hated this one the most because it was small, cramped, and had zero windows, which made me feel claustrophobic.

“Thank you,” she muttered under her breath, reaching down to rub the red spot on her wrist where the weight of the files had dug into her skin. “I’ve got it from here.”

“You’re welcome,” I answered with equal parts sincerity and sarcasm. “You don’t need to file these. Leave them for Natasha. She’ll be in on Friday.”

“Who’s Natasha?”

“Garrett’s daughter. She comes to help out on Fridays and does the filing for us.”

“Garrett, your brother?” She tilted her head to the side, her face marred with confusion.

“The one and only.”

“So... wouldn’t that make her... your niece?”

“Well, yeah, technically it does,” I said with a laugh.

I was so used to referring to Garrett in business settings that I often removed the fact that we were related when I talked about him or his family. She gave me an odd look before turning to walk out the door. Her hand reached for the handle at the same time mine did, the heat from our exchange spreading through my body. She looked up at me, her eyes darkening as our hands continued to touch. Her lips slightly parted, the moisture from her tongue glistening over them as she licked them.

The electricity continued to course through us, from her body into mine. I growled as I reached out and grabbed her, turning her back to the door as I pressed my body against hers. Slowly, I ran my hand up the back of her neck and gently tugged on her hair, pulling her head back as my lips found hers.

I intended to kiss her softly.

No, take that back. I had no intention of kissing her.

My plan was to forget that we had mind-blowing sex in the linen closet of a nightclub and move on. Be professional. But every time my body got within inches of hers, I felt this pull that I couldn’t walk away from. My mouth crashed down onto hers, satisfied when I felt her lips part to invite me in. Her breathing was ragged as her hands pulled at my shirt, untucking it from my slacks.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

I tried to remind myself of all the reasons why this was a bad idea as her fingers quickly worked the buttons on her shirt before tossing it to the side. Her hand slid down and grabbed my dick, my erection pushing against her.

Before I could think straight and put an end to it, I had her bent over the table with her pants and panties on the floor behind us. In record time, I had my dick sheathed in a condom and was plowing into her while she moaned against the stack of files that she had just brought in.

I wanted to take my time and devour every inch of her body, but as her pussy clenched tighter around my cock, I could tell that she wanted this as badly as I did. The way she lifted her ass and met me, thrust for thrust, confirmed that she needed it. I dug my fingers into her hips, pulling her back onto my cock as I fucked her deeper, watching as her tanned ass bounced in front of me.

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