Page 34 of Dirty Intentions

“Pardon?” He couldn’t mean here and now, could he?

“I’m pretty sure you heard me, Dani. If you expect me to take your ass, we need to work you in.”

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Shane

Despite the shock evident on her beautiful face with her wide eyes and parted lips, I could spot the tell-tale signs of arousal my blunt words had produced by the pink on her cheeks and her quickened breath.

Considering I’d left her with reluctance in the wee hours, I was now unable to resist touching her a moment longer. I moved behind her and coaxed her to a standing position. Banding my arm around her waist, I breathed in her ear and enjoyed the shiver caused by my words.

“Put your hands on the desk and bend over.”

“But anyone could come up here.” Her protest came at the same time as her compliance.

“Then we need to be quick.” My hand snaked up her dress, only to come in contact with her thong. “From now on, no panties while you’re working here. Every morning and every lunch hour, I’m going to bend you over and ah— You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her breath caught at the sweet intrusion of my fingers. I would never tire of the way she responded to me. Like it was the first time every time.

“You do seem to have that effect on me.”

I trailed the pad of my thumb over her most sensitive spot, so very tempted to give her what her body craved, but she was right. Anyone could come up at any time, and I knew Daniella would be mortified if we were caught. Which meant I had limited time. I took the cylinder butt plug out of my pocket and loved the fact I wouldn’t need the lube. Instead, I slid it into her heat.

“Holy shit. What is that?”

I pulled it out of her pussy and slid it backward, setting it in place in her pucker and gently pushing it in. “It’s the smallest size plug. You’ll wear it until this afternoon and then I’ll take it out. Tomorrow, we’ll do it with one that’s larger.”

“It feels strange. How am I supposed to sit down?”

I chuckled, removing my hand. “You’ll manage.”

She straightened up and turned with temper written all over her expression. “That’s it? You’re just going to tease me and leave me with this?”

“Indeed I am. And don’t even think about touching yourself.”

She rolled her eyes. “As if that’s ever worked.”

Damn. As if I wasn’t hard enough, a vision sprang to mind of her playing with herself while I watched and taught her how to give herself an orgasm.

Her gaze wandered down and a smirk came to rest on her perfect lips. “I see I’m not the only one affected. I’m assuming the same rules apply?”

Actually, I’d planned on jerking off. “You positive you’re prepared if I abide by the same rule? Might be better for me to take the edge off.”

She lifted a brow. “Challenge accepted.”

I chuckled, framing her face, and not quite knowing what the hell I was doing. If it wasn’t for Heather’s voice, I might have kissed her perfect, pouty lips.

“Shane, are you ready to go?”

I didn’t miss the way Daniella’s body stiffened at the interruption. “Yeah. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I didn’t break contact until Heather’s footsteps retreated, and then I dropped my hands from Daniella’s face.

She surprised me by reaching up to straighten my tie. It was an intimate gesture which suddenly had me in a hurry to put some space between us.

“I dig the suit, by the way.”

“You would. Sort of gives the impression I’m an actual business man.”

She sighed as she tightened the knot, not letting me go. “Whatever you need to tell yourself so you can keep your barriers up. Maybe when you’re with your bar manager on the way to the meeting, you can tell her to get me her receipts. Without them, one has to wonder if you’ve found your problem for missing revenue right there.”

I disliked her implication regarding either statement. “Don’t let your jealousy cloud your judgment. Heather has been a hell of an employee for ten years.”

Her eyes blazed, but she simply stepped back and took her seat. “Then providing the receipts should be an easy task for her.”

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