Page 60 of Jealous Boss

Of course it is.

Hair in a low twist. Glossy lips. Big eyes that always look like they’re about to confess something scandalous, even when she’s only asking about files.

“Um, Maggie said you wanted these numbers for the Cresswell pitch deck,” she says, holding up a folder, all breathy and innocent like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.

Like she didn’t do her very best to swallow my cock in the shower this morning while she played with her little clit like I instructed her to, making us both late.

She steps into the office, quiet. Cautious. But her eyes lock on mine, and the air stretches tight between us.

I’m up before I realize it.

Moving around the desk. Taking the file from her hand and tossing it—actually tossing it—onto the nearest surface.

“Ethan,” she whispers, already breathless.

“Confidential archive room. Now,” I snap under my breath as I walk past her.

Maggie’s not at her desk, thank fuck. She’s become a glaring representation of a conscience I don’t need right now.

I key in the code to the room where we keep both electronic and physical copies of sensitive client material. It’s reserved only for partners and their staff. And the great thing is it’s lockable.

Pia walks in ten seconds after me.

“We’ve got five minutes,” I mutter, backing her into the storage alcove and kicking the door shut behind us. “No one will come in while I’m here.”

Her mouth curves, soft and wicked. “That doesn’t make it less inappropriate.”

I frame her face with both hands. “You saying no todaddy?”

Her breath emerges shakily and her hands find my belt. “Never,” she gasps.

We sky-dive into kissing. The kind that leaves me sweating and desperate, her perfume all over me, her lips swollen when I pull away with a growl and press my forehead to hers. I’m barely holding the line by the time we come up for her.

“Turn around,” I grunt.

Her eyes go wide in mock shock. “Is there more, daddy?” she whispers, as if she’s not stroking my cock through my pants.

“I need to be inside you, baby. But then, we have to stop this,” I groan, still tasting her sweet mouth. “Fuck, we’re going to get caught.” But even that thoughts sends a zap of electricity through my veins.

“So stop,” she says, cheeky and smug.

I pull back and glare. “Do as you’re told and turn around, Pia. I have two balls full of cum for that tight little pussy.ThenI’ll stop.”

She giggles—the sweetest fucking sound in the whole world—pivots on her heels, and presents me with her world-class ass, wrecking the last shreds of control I walked in here with.

Praying she’s wet enough because fuck if I have time for foreplay, I drag her panties down, watch the white scrap pool at her ankles. She barely steps one foot out before I’m kicking her legs apart, notching my cock at her entrance.

I take a shaky beat and swipe my crown through her lips, my breath punching out when I feel how wet she is. “Such a good girl, so wet and ready for daddy,” I croon, knowing the well-deserved praise will make her wetter. “Did you know I’ll need this, baby?”

“Oui,” she gasps as I push the first couple of inches inside, my eyes rolling when she stretches beautifully around me.

She’s still tight as fuck but I don’t have to worry I’m hurting her. Pia loves a bit of pain with her pleasure, a reminder that makes me even harder. She gasps again when I push in deeper.

“Tell me how you know,” I growl.

Tell me how I’m giving myself away, how I’m caring less about my work because I’m so fucking gone for you.

“I feel your eyes on…oh God…o-on me every second. Even when I’m not in your sight. And when I am…your eyes…God Ethan, that’s so deep!”

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