Page 11 of Twice as Forbidden

“When?” There’s an edge in his voice now. “Did you check the systems? And…?” A heavy pause. His jaw tightens. “Okay. I’m coming to oversee it myself.” He drags a hand down his face before giving a curt nod. “Thank you. See you soon.”

As he hangs up, his grip on the phone lingers, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“Everything okay?”

“Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” I stand.

“Field trip,” he announces, his tone clipped with urgency. “Our closest warehouse is approximately thirty minutes away. They’re experiencing system issues, and we’re going to investigate the problem.”

Before I can respond, he presses his hand against the small of my back, firm yet controlled, and guides me toward the door. The sudden shift in energy—his frustration mixed with unwavering authority—sends a wave of anticipation through me.

“Let’s move,” he adds, steering me into the hallway with purposeful strides. “Pay attention. You’re about to see firsthand how we handle problems in real time.”

“But shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t what, Georgia?” His voice is smooth, laced with something that makes my pulse quicken. “I’m the boss. I make the rules.”

That wasn’t exactly where I was going with that. I meant—shouldn’t someoneelsebe going with him? This seems inappropriate. But the way his eyes linger on me, the weight of his hand resting a second too long at my back, makes my stomach tighten.Inappropriateis suddenly the last thing on my mind.

I lift my chin, ignoring the heat creeping up my neck. “Okay, boss. Let’s go.”

His smile unfolds slowly, the kind that sends shivers down a girl’s spine and fuels fantasies that don’t belong in a workplace.

He gives the receptionist a quick nod before telling her we’ll be out in the field until after lunch. I hesitate for a moment, a flicker of doubt creeping in. Noah didn’t search for me for lunch yesterday, but what if he does today? What if he realizes I’m missing… with his father?

“Everything okay?” Mr. Blake asks.

I snap out of my stupid thoughts. “Of course.”

Chapter seven

Jackson

ItextWilliam,myprivatedriver, on the ride down to the lobby, asking him to pull the car around.

We step out of the building, and William nods, opening the back passenger door. “Mr. Blake,” he greets.

“Thank you, William. After you,” I say to Georgia, pressing my palm to her lower back. Her body trembles under my touch, and I love it. I’m tempted to brush my hand down her ass.

Look but don’t touch.

As much as my cock wants to be buried deep inside her, my damn conscience is right.

The ride is seamless. She still hasn’t relaxed around me, and I can’t help but enjoy how every question I ask makes her skittish.

“So, you’ve asked all these questions about me. Why don’t you tell me about you?”

There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and I almost groan. It makes me want to suck her bottom lip into my mouth, nibble on it, bite, causing her the slightest pain. “Did you not find everything you wanted to know in my bedroom?”

My cock twitches at her intake of breath. Naughty little trespasser.

“I really wish you wouldn’t bring that up. I wasn’t snooping. I told you I was lost.”

“It’s a good thing I found you before you got into any more trouble then.” Trouble—like her falling onto my cock. She swallows, and my mind takes a darker turn. I’m tempted to test the waters. Would she allow me to touch her, stop me if I slid my hand up her skirt… refuse if my fingers slid inside her tight cunt? It’s a pity we arrive at the warehouse before I can. And what a shame it is. The way her cheeks flush, she wouldn’t think twice about stopping me.

“Here we are,” I say.

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