Page 26 of My Office Rival

Jason

Breath play. That’s hot.

Breath play?What the hell was that? I switched over to search and opened a private tab. This felt taboo.Oh wow.Was he into this?Heightened sexual stimulation, safe words, safe actions.My stomach tightened, and I quickly closed the tab. I refused to be turned on by this jerk.

His bed frame groaned, and I froze. What was he doing over there?

Cynthia

Just trying to get rid of the competition.

Jason

Get ready for tomorrow.

Cynthia

You don’t scare me.

Jason

Get some sleep. You’ll need it.

I didn’t respond. A moment later, my phone pinged again.

Jason

And I’m sorry about yesterday. I think choosing to do something else is noble.

Huh.He might not be a total jerk. Apologizing was…unexpected. I fell asleep feeling better than I had all weekend.

Jason wasin the shower on Monday morning at the exact moment I wanted to be. I’d slept poorly and despite my shower last night, I needed to shave my legs and air dry my hair before meeting my roommate on the field of battle. I ground my teeth and stomped downstairs to get a second cup of coffee.His coffee. “My coffee, my house,” I mimicked and angrily poured another cup.

“I heard that,” he said, and I whirled.

Blue eyes glinting over a freshly shaven jaw, hair tamed with gel, a navy suit highlighting his broad shoulders and long legs. My stomach did a little flip, and I glared.

“Done showering, your highness?”

“Like you said. My house. My shower,” he responded, and winked. “You’re behind, aren’t you? We have a ten a.m. meeting to kick off the diligence.” He raised a brow.

“Someonewas in the shower.” I shot back. “What happened to seven a.m.?”

His eyes glinted with amusement as he settled against the counter. “I went for a long run this morning. Chop, chop.” His eyes dipped to my legs. “Unless you’re planning to wear that to work?”

My fingers twitched to pull the hem of my sleep shirt past the top of my thighs, but instead I leaned back against the counter. My shirt rode up, just to where my black lace underwear was exposed. He jerked back slightly, and I smothered a smile. “You know I’m not.”

“Then hurry up. Wouldn’t want you to be late on your very first day.” He bared his even, white teeth.

“That would be terrible,” I agreed. I crossed one leg over the other. His eyes arrowed to my thighs. His fist clenched.

I narrowed my eyes. I pictured myself slapping that look off his face, then clawing his eyes out. I’d have to settle for this instead.

“Oh, Jason. I wanted some sugar for my coffee this morning. But it’s too high. Can you help me? Here, I’ll show you.” I set my mug down and reached up to the upper cabinet. I leaned over just a little, until the cool air kissed the bottom curve of my butt. His rough inhale lit through me. “Do you mind grabbing it?” I sank slowly back to earth and turned to see his fist clenching and unclenching.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

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