Page 43 of Objection
“Ms. Adams, you know very well what I meant, and we are at work,” he reminded me.
“Yes, we are at work. What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“When we are working, we work,” he stated firmly.
“Yes, Sir,” I added with a wink.
“Ms. Adams, this is not our designated dynamic time,” he scolded. I definitely liked scolding Soren. Well, I knew I wouldn’t like therealmad, scolding Soren, but this one was good.
“But it could be,” I flirted, licking my lips.
“Posey…” he warned. Delicious.
“Ooo, I love when you use my first name, Sir,” I teased, biting my lower lip.
“Posey, it may be quarter to five, but you still need to act professionally.” I didn’t miss the way he shifted in his seat. Nor did I miss the growing bulge against the fly of his slacks.
“What’s fifteen minutes, Sir?” I purred, leaning over towards him, giving him a perfect view of my cleavage. I could feel his eyes on me. “See something you like?”
His eyes bounced back up to mine and I didn’t even try to hide my smirk.
“Posey, please get off of my desk,” he all but growled. I could see the desire in his eyes. I knew he was feeling the same desire as I was. It crackled in the air between us.
“Make. Me.” I said the words slowly, pointedly, my eyes narrowed in on his.
He growled.
He fucking growled. I had never wanted him more than I did right now. I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted him to take control of me and take me back to that amazing place like he had on Saturday.
“What’s wrong, Sir? Cat got your tongue?” I knew I was pushing buttons. Such a dangerous game; one I was more than willing to play.
He was silent for a long moment before speaking.
“Let me be perfectly clear, Posey. We have a contract,” he began.
“Yes, one I am very happy about,” I agreed happily.
“One that specifically states that we play on Saturdays and on Tuesdays. Today is Wednesday. So, we willnot,in fact, be playing.” He stood, rising above me and making me lean back a little in order to see him.
“You’re here. I’m here. It’s officially after five o’clock. What’s stopping us?” I toyed with him further.
“The contract is stopping us. And I am stopping you.” His voice had an edge of finality to it. One I knew I shouldn’t cross. But —
“Play with me, Sir,” I begged. I reached out, my hands finding his hips and running up his body. He was so strong. I hadn’t had time to explore him when we had played. Hell, I hadn’t even seen him naked yet. It all went so fast.
“Enough, Posey, or you will lose your playtime tomorrow as well,” he warned. He wasn’t joking around. As much as I hated it, I knew better than to push him further.
“Do not pout, Posey, it is unbecoming.” There was no venom in his words, in fact he was smiling.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Why are you sorry? You were bratting. But I will keep you to the contract. If we wish to change it at a later date, we can discuss that, but tonight is not the night for that.” His hands rubbed up and down on my arms, soothing me, which only made me want him more.
“Why the even bigger pout now?” he chuckled.
“I just…” I trailed off, not wanting to say the words.
“You just what?” he urged me on.
