Page 5 of Bound to the Boss
We got to work on our laptops while chowing down on our sandwiches, and it felt comfortable, more than in his stuffy office, anyway. I didn’t notice the silence between us until after I’d scarfed my food.
“Ready to go back?” he asked, gathering up the trash.
Birds twittered over the sound of the waterfall and rustling leaves, pretty much answering the question for me.
“If it’s okay with you, I think I’ll stay a little longer,” I said.
“I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Without making any further move to leave, his gaze flitted up to catch mine over his laptop.
I held it for a long moment, not sure why I did, but now I was unable to tear myself away. My blood thrummed faster with each passing second. A throb began to pulse low in my stomach.
“Ms. Blevins,” he said softly, breaking the spell.
My cheeks flushed, but I pretended I hadn’t just eye-fucked my boss. “Yes, Cy—I mean Mr. Robinson?”
“It’s probably none of my business,” he started, “but should I be concerned about your fluid intake?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. No man had ever been concerned with my fluid intake before, and it was...unexpectedly sweet.
I waved toward my almost full bottle of Diet Coke. “It’s this quirky thing I’ve always done. I always have a drink nearby while I’m working on something, and then when I reach a certain point, I take a drink. Or a lot of drinks, depending on the scenario.” That had probably sounded like I was a drunk, but that wasn’t what I meant at all.
“Delayed gratification.” His voice sounded like a growl, sinking the pulse in my stomach lower.
Heat spread over my thighs. “Or a reward system, but...yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Yes. It keeps me motivated to keep working on whatever it is I’m doing.”
He fell silent, his gaze on his laptop, while he rubbed his thumb and forefinger up his chin to his lower lip and back down again. Stroking that shaved-clean strip of flesh. I imagined following that same path with my tongue and sucking his lip into my mouth, freeing his hands to stroke me instead.
I blinked back at my screen, not sure I’d ever be able to focus on anything other than that fantasy for the rest of my life. It was reading about people’s detailed kinks that was turning me into a hornball, not my boss. That had to be what was happening here.
A slight smile played across his lips as he watched me. I sure hoped he wasn’t a mind-reader.
“I realize it’s only your first day, but any chance you’d be willing to stay late today to help catch us up on our backlog?” he asked. “I would pay you overtime and a half if you’re able to, even just for an hour or two.”
My eyes widened. Overtime and a half pay? On top of what I was already making?
“Not a problem,” I said in a rush. “I can stay late.”
“You don’t have any plans?”
Did crying over my money situation count? “Not tonight.”
It hit me then that I would be all alone with him, after hours, sorting through people’s sexual kinks while I fantasized about all the things I would let him do to me. The thought grinded my thighs together. His gaze dropped to my lips briefly, and I had to wonder if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Is it time for a reward yet?” he asked with a sly gleam in his eyes.
Lord, I hoped so.
