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What? I just insulted his dick and he’s co me I eye him, wary

He rounds the desk and I turn as he does so and noe’re toe to toe He’s much taller than I am so I’m forced to look up, or stare at his chest The button of his shirt is less than a foot froers over it, but I keep h, runningin his jaw on ood jaw line on awith a nip to an earlobe and working my way down His skin fascinates me, the hint of a five-o’clock shadow present, the texture, that jaw-clench thing Is there a term for that?

By the tiers of one hand behind my neck, his thu it this tie the current that runs through me with his touch I move my hands to his chest, inside his jacket, and he’s warreedily over his shirt, desperate to feel the ridges of his chest

My ass is on his desk and s are wrapped around his waist when he tears himself away from me It takes ot onto his desk He steps back and clears his throat, straightening his jacket, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a hten it out He’s adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, then his tie as I coot very quickly The adjustment of his pants confirms that And hell, I can already see that despite , he probably has heard the words, It’s not gonna fit

I straighten on the desk and he offersme slide off to my feet

"I’ll pick you up at seven," he mur a shiver to run through ree to this I didn’t stand a chance

"I’ht, just so you know" He brushes a stray strand of hair off my face and tucks it behind my ear

Excuse me?

"I need you to respect me first," he continues, his eyes somber

"You cannot be serious," I blurt out a h

He winks atThank fuck I’m so turned on from that make-out session on his desk I haven’t had sex in a fewn this fall, which is probably why I’ve been behaving like such a nut job

Sandra is outside the office, leaning against the edge of her desk, looking like she’s ready to start biting her nails frohtens, concern crossing her face "Mr Ca…" She trails off as the phone on her desk rings Her eyes dart to the phone and back to Sawyer

She is way too young to be so wound up

"Tell the the least bit bothered that people are waiting on hih the door His hand is large and firh my sweater, and I want to push him back into the office and tell Sandra to hold all his calls But Sawyer has already ht," in my ear and disappeared down the hallway Da without him, huh?" I say to Sandra once she finishes with her phone call I flash her a grin and roll my eyes in jest