Page 5 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

Chapter Three

Callum

“Friday? Isn’t that a little short notice?” Lily demands, hands braced on her ample hips as she glares at me across my desk.

I’ve just called her into my office to tell her that she’s accompanying me on an overnight business trip at the end of the week. To say she’s not too happy about it is an understatement.

I lean back in my chair and pin her with a cool stare. “It’s Monday today, Lily. Which means you have almost four days to get everything organized. Granted, it’s shorter notice than I would’ve liked, but it’s the only time I have available in the next few weeks, and I need you there.”

It’s been a month since Lily started working for me, and it's been a mixture of heaven and hell.

Heaven, because she is, without doubt, the best personal assistant I’ve ever had. Hell, because my desire for her is growing by the day.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve jerked off in the shower, rubbing my cock raw to images of her and grunting her name as I spill my seed into the swirling water.

I want her by my side and in my bed, where I can worship her curves and fuck my DNA into her. Every cell of my body demands that I mark her as mine, like some feral animal. But I promised myself I’d give her time to get settled, get to know me better, hopefully, fall for me like I’ve fallen for her.

So far, my patience has been rewarded with… nothing. Lily is the epitome of efficiency and professionalism. Not once has she so much as hinted that she sees me as anything more than her boss.

On the one hand, this makes me a happy camper, knowing that she’s not the kind of woman to flaunt her sexy-as-fuck body in her boss's face.

On the other hand, it makes me a miserable fucker, knowing that she’s not the kind of woman to flaunt her sexy-as-fuck body in her boss's face.

See my dilemma?

Swear to God I’m regressing into a fucking Neanderthal. Give me another week, and I’ll be clubbing her over the head and dragging her back to my man-cave to breed her.

I level her with my best authoritative look. "I did warn you when you took the job that there would be the occasional business trip,” I remind her, feeling zero remorse as I pull rank.

Her mouth tightens with irritation. "It's not fair to just expect me to drop everything at a moment’s notice. I do have a life beyond these four walls, sir.”

She doesn’t often call me ‘sir,’ but when she does, I have to fight the urge to bend her over my knee, rip off her panties, and spank her rounded ass until it glows red with my handprint.

"I know, and I'll make sure you're paid for the additional time and inconvenience, but like I said, I need you there," I persist.

Not strictly true. I'm more than capable of sealing this deal myself, but she doesn't need to know that—yet. I’m determined to get some alone time with my angel, and I know the only way I can do that is to use work as an excuse.

What can I say? I'm not a fucking saint, and I’m not beyond using questionable tactics when it comes to winning Lily’s heart.

Lily lets out an annoyed huff. “What about Groot?”

“Your cat? What about him?”

She glowers at me. “I’ll have to find someone to feed him at short notice.”

God, she's beautiful! Two spots of color paint her cheeks red, and her hazel-green eyes flash with irritation. Her magnificent tits strain against the buttons of her blouse, and my mouth waters with a sudden desire to taste them, to hear her sweet moans as I lick and suck at her nipples.

“Don’t you have a neighbor who can help?” I ask, discreetly adjusting my swollen cock beneath the desk.

“I suppose I could ask Mrs. Summers next door,” she grumbles. She pauses, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Okay, but please give me more notice next time," she finally concedes.

"You got it," I reply with a nod. "And thanks. I appreciate it."

Lily looks like she wants to staple my hand to the desk or throw a box file at my head. She turns and leaves the office, muttering under her breath about presumptuous bosses.

Firecracker.

I love that she doesn’t take any shit from me. She stands up for herself and fights me to the last. It’s a major fucking turn-on. Hell, everything about her is a turn-on. My dick hasn’t had a minute to relax and kick back since I first set eyes on her.

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