Page 11 of Foreplay with the Boss

Jameson

Kat was going to be the death of me. I was having trouble separating her from our first interaction on the train. In a way, she did seem like two people. Kat and Katrina. And while my first impression of her was that she was timid, under the surface was a hellcat just waiting to be unleashed.

I really wanted to unleash her, claws and all.

I looked out my office window, to where I could see her at her desk, furiously typing away.

I could still hear her voice in my head. Anything else, Mr.

Stone?

I shouldn’t get so turned on when she called me Mr. Stone, but I did. I shouldn’t get turned on by her at all, but her amazing ass and her fucking tight skirts made a wicked combo. Most of the women I slept with were on the thinner side. Occasionally they had nice breasts— which they’d sometimes bought—or a nice ass, but the fact that Kat had both made me unsure which one I’d worship first when I peeled off her clothes.

Not that I’d be doing that, ever.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. Fuck.

Now I was supposed to get back to work and concentrate when all I wanted to do was go home and fantasize about stripping Kat naked and pulling her into the shower with me. Then I could close my eyes and imagine the rest, even if it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as locking my office door and bending her over my desk.

Or taking her against the wall.

Every surface of my office suddenly became fodder for fantasies involving Kat.

She was smart, too, and I wanted my dick in her smart, wet mouth.

Then I’d work on getting her to make other noises, all pleasure, none of the annoyance that laced our confrontation.

Okay, this isn’t helping. I opened up my email and started working my way through the urgent ones. I managed, but for the entirety of the afternoon, I had to force myself to focus on work, something that usually occupied my every waking thought.

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I HAD A PLAN. A way to keep visions of naked Kat from dancing through my head. It involved reciting stats and a bunch of boring, mind-numbing shit. But it didn’t matter. Once I stepped into my office Thursday morning to find her bent over the bottom filing cabinet drawer of my desk, ass in the air, breasts nearly spilling out of her top, my plan meant jack shit. The only thing that would be strong enough to stifle the naughty images right now was if I was into dudes.

My cock twitched, way too eager after being neglected for too long, making it clear I was not. And that was after last night’s shower session that I’d finally gotten to indulge in. After diverting my gaze and plugging some numbers into a couple of different compound interest formulas, I was under control enough to clear my throat and let my presence be known.

Kat straightened, a stack of files in her hands. Since this was the fourth day in a row that her hair was full and mussed, I concluded that it just always looked like someone had recently wrecked her.

Before I lost track of what I wanted to say or managed to piss her off with just my presence, I said, “I thought about it, and you’re right about what you said yesterday.”

The surprise in her widened eyes almost made me laugh. “But you’re also wrong.”

She sighed, her whole body getting in on it. “This is already going great,” she muttered.

She was frustrating and sexy as hell and already working her way under my skin. “I don’t understand. On the train, you wouldn’t tell those guys to move out of your way, and in the conference room with everyone else, it was soft-spoken maybes and lots of backtracking. But you have no trouble speaking your mind and using that boldness that you claim you don’t have with your employees on me.”

“Honestly, I don’t understand, either. My filter doesn’t work very well with you, and something about you—especially when you goad me—makes me say exactly what I’m thinking instead of backpedaling and acquiescing.”

“I don’t know whether to feel special or sorry for myself.”

The corner of her mouth kicked up as she lost the battle to hold back a smile. “You’re very special. I’m sure your mommy thinks so, anyway.”

I shook my head and crossed the office to where she stood.

She moved out from behind my desk, wielding the stack of files in her hand like a shield. Like it wouldn’t be easy for me to bat them out of her hands and close the space between us in one large stride. “Debra let me into your office, by the way. I just wanted to pull some files so I could see what your last few ad campaigns for the company looked like before approving the changes on the new ad, and so I could get the big picture on the other account I’m tweaking, like we discussed in the meeting.”

“That’s fine. I’m interested to see how this new direction works.” I flashed her a big smile. “See how encouraging I am?”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips were still quirked up at the corners.

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