Page 17 of Jealous Boss

His voice when he speaks again is deeper than before.

“You’ll need to agree the clause before we move forward,” he says to the clients. “Standard protection, nothing unusual.”

But his hand… itshiftsagain. Closer. Not touching, butthere. Like a promise.

My heart is trying to hammer its way out of my blouse.

I force myself to sip water, to keep my back straight, to pretend I don’t feel like I’ve just passed some invisible test I didn’t know I was taking.

And then, as the clients wrap up and begin to leave, Ethan stands.

Tall. Controlled. Insanely hot.

He places a hand at the small of my back—barely there, barely touching.

“Come,” he murmurs. “You’re sitting in on the debrief.”

Come.

Tu vas me tuer,I think wildly.You’re going to kill me.

And the worst part?

I think I’ll thank him for it.

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Ethan

The door clicks shut behind me.

I’ve been good.Careful. Kept my hands to myself and my eyes—well, looking isn’t a sin, right?

But now it’s just us. No clients. No witnesses.

Just the click of her pen and the sound of her sitting across from me like this is just another afternoon at the office, like I didn’t spend the entire meeting thinking about the way her blouse dipped at the collar, about how she squirmed ever so subtly, or how sharp her instincts were.

She caught that indemnity clause before I did. And the way she whispered it—soft, breathy, close—I swear I still feel it on my skin and in my chest and all the way down to my cock.

She looks up from her notes now. “Did I do okay?”

I swallow. Because that question shouldn’t sound like aseduction. Because the answer I want to give isn’t professional at all.

You did so good, baby. Now drop to your knees, crawl over here and suck my cock like a good little girl.

Would she be scandalized?

Sputter in French and blush like a virgin I’m beginning to suspect she is?

Would she squeal if I reach beneath that impertinently tight skirt, rip her panties off, and slap her pretty pink pussy until it’s as rouged as the lips she keeps gnawing on?

Fuck. Stop. Thinking. About. That.

“You did better than okay.” My voice comes out rough. “You held your own.”

Her eyes light up—just a flicker—but enough to knock something loose inside me.

Little Pia Hyde has a praise kink.

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