Page 225 of Labor of Love

I nodded enough just to let him know I’d heard and understood, then hurried into my office. My dick was rock hardand I was sure he’d noticed the way it was distorting the cut of my pants.

As soon as the door shut behind me, I reached for it and tried to readjust it to make myself more comfortable. Unfortunately, the touch only inflamed the problem, making me even harder. A spot of wetness soaked through my underwear and the material of my pants.

Damn it! Now I needed to change, and I didn’t have a spare suit in the office. I’d need to send…

Oh, gods, no. I couldn’t let him see that I was leaking like a schoolboy.

Looking around, I spotted the water pitcher. Praying it was full, I rushed over and picked it up. There was some water sloshing around on the bottom! I hastily spilled it down the front of my pants.

“Oh, no!” I cried loudly, knowing he could hear me.

A knock sounded. “Come in,” I called, biting back a smile. Sometimes, I really was just brilliant in a pinch.

Josh poked his head in. “You okay, Boss?”

“Look what I did. I managed to spill water on myself, and I have that meeting coming up at ten. Could you possibly run down to the menswear shop on the corner, Phillipe’s? I do business there quite often. Phillipe will have my size on file. Pick me up a pair of gray slacks. My shirt and jacket are fine. I just need new pants.”

Josh nodded and didn’t say a word, but he eyeballed the pitcher and sniffed the air. That’s when I realized there wasn’t a drinking glass in sight. What had I been doing? Drinking directly from the pitcher?

I opted to ignore his arched eyebrow.

“I’m on it, Boss.”

Gods, I wish he was. On it. Riding it, fucking it with that tight, plump ass…

I cleared my throat. “They have my card on file down there.”

“You got it, Boss. I’ll be back in no time.” He hurried from the office with a tiny smile playing at his lips.

I was only fooling myself. I wasn’t hiding anything from him. My entire ruse to cover my precome-stained pants was for naught.

He could smell me.

Of course, he could.

And worse, I could smellhim. His need, his heat.

Had I tried, had I asked, I believe he would’ve fucked me right there, water-stained pants be damned.

Rushing to my computer, I Googled the information for Scheiser Industries. Calling in, I got in contact with the president’s office and cancelled my ten o’clock.

Then I cancelled my lunch meeting with the owner of Falcone Enterprises. My entire day was suddenly wide open until my four o’clock with my parents, the CEOs.

And I knew exactly how I wanted to fill up the time.

I had been on the losing side, and now was the time to raise the white flag.

Sitting back in my chair, tucking my arms behind my head, I smiled and waited for Josh to get back with my new pants.

I didn’t have too long to wait. He must’ve run all the way to Phillipe’s and back again. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and I wanted to lick the saltiness off.

“Close the door, Josh.”

He smiled and did as I asked without questioning.

“I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, Josh. I want you. I have since you walked in here two weeks ago. You’re in heat, and my panther is chomping at the bit. I need to know how we’re going to resolve this problem.”

“You could fire me,” Josh suggested. “Then there would be no impropriety — I wouldn’t be an employee anymore.”

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