Page 39 of Pride & Precedents

"You're right. It's past time for the return of Fun Mila!"

"So, Mr. Park," I ask, sitting so close at the conference table our thighs touch, "now that you know I'm in law school, does that mean you'll help me study for the bar?" I bat my eyelashes at him, enjoying seeing him sweat.

In the week since our night at my place and my eye-opening brunch with Rory, Fun Mila has been out in full effect. Every now and then, I call him Henry in the office just to see him squirm. I've been touching him unnecessarily—a hand on his shoulder when I give him a file, a graze of my breasts as I pass him in the kitchen—and slipping notes in with the papers on his desk.

Those new pants make your ass look great. ;-)

I think about our after-work rendezvous every time I pass my kitchen.

Are you up for some "overtime" at my place tonight?

It'sdefinitelyagainst BBS&P policy but also unbelievably sexy to see his jaw clench, or the color rise in his cheeks, or the slight tremor in his hands when he finds one of my naughty notes. I've made it my mission to make Mr. "I Like to Take My Time" lose his cool and just take me. From the heat in his eyes right now, he won't last much longer.

"Ms. Sanchez. What are you doing to me?"

His voice is pained, and he's nearly salivating when his gaze lands on my nipples that are blatantly poking through my thinsilk camisole.Oh no! Did I forget to wear a bra today?I guess I shouldn't have taken off my blazer after that last meeting.

I play coy, sliding the toe of my heel against his shin.

"What do you mean? I'm merely asking if, as a partner at a prestigious law firm, you would be interested in helping your employee prepare for the bar exam."

He pushes his fingers through his hair in frustration before grabbing my knee beneath the desk.

"Camila," he growls, "we can't do this at work."

"Do what?" I ask, eyes innocent while my heel slides further up his pant leg.

It obviously takes all his willpower to push my foot down and scoot away.

"Fuck. You know what. The notes. The touches. The fucking innuendos. How am I supposed to get any work done with you prancing around with your tits in my face, practically sitting in my lap?"

My smile turns wicked and I lean in, taking up the space he tried to put between us.

"You're not. Did you think you were going to come to my place, put your hands in my panties, give me the best orgasm I've had in months, and I wouldn't attack you?"

He looks nervously around for witnesses, but the opaque windows of the conference room ensure our privacy.

"Ms. Sanchez—"

"Camila," I interrupt, putting both of my hands on both of his knees, letting his masculine scent envelop me.

"Camila," he says through clenched teeth, "I can't do this with you in the office."

"No? Then where can we do it?" I ask, leaning back to openly ogle him. I'm happy to see a prominent bulge tenting his pants.

"At your place. At my place. Anywhere but here."

"Ooh! I can think of a few places right now. And you'll help me study?" I press. As a soon-to-be lawyer, I'd prefer to get it in writing, but this will have to do.

"Yes. I'll help you study. Just please," he takes a deep breath. "Mercy."

I grin as I stand, gathering my things to head back to my desk.

"Of course, Mr. Park. I really appreciate you taking an interest in my education."

I exit the conference room, adding extra sway to my hips since I know he's watching. He's been in charge far too long and he should know that won't be the case in the bedroom.

Alone in my apartment again, we do actually study. I may want to jump his bones, but I'm not stupid; help from a partner at BBS&P is invaluable.

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