Page 4 of Donut Overthink It

He stands at the end looking like a fucking sex God. His button up is open, and I can tell she ripped it—the buttons long gone. He shrugs it off, and it falls to his feet. I watch shamelessly as his abs and arm muscles ripple when he steps up to the desk.

“Pull your dress up,” he orders since it had fallen down in their movement. His voice makes my body break out in goosebumps.

She lifts her hips off the desk and pulls it up without thought, exposing her white lace underwear to him once again.

Placing his hands on her knees, he spreads her legs wide for him, and she whimpers. Mine threaten to buckle.

Walk away, Hadley!

“Pull your panties to the side, baby. Show me that pussy.” His voice is rough, and it makes my pussy tighten. It’s like he’s talking to me.

Leave, Hadley!

“Yes, sir,” she purrs as she reaches down with her right hand and pulls them to the side for him. Thankfully, I only have a side view, so I can’t see what she is offering him. But that wouldn’t matter anyway because I can’t look away from him.

His hands leave her knees, and he brings them to his black slacks. He undoes his belt, and my breath catches as he unbuttons his black slacks.

Leave, Hadley …

The sound of his zipper slowly moving has my breathing hitched. He kicks off his black shoes, and then his slacks fall to the floor like his shirt.

He stands in a pair of black fitted boxers, and the outline of his cock makes my mouth water. Fuck me! He has a dick to go with that attitude.

He places his fingers in the waistband, and I hold my breath ready to see him pull them down … and then a blaring noise sounds from behind me, down the hall.

“What the …?” The blonde sits up quickly and closes her legs.

I yank myself away from the door, slamming my back against the hallway wall. Heart pounding. The annoying noise comes again, and I take off in a mad dash toward my office, realizing that the noise is my cell phone ringing.

I run into my office and reach over my desk to grab my phone. I silence it when I see it’s my best friend, Andrea.

“Shit!” I say, bowing my head as my hand goes to my heaving chest.

“Miss Burns!”

I jump, dropping my phone, when I hear his voice. My eyes fixate on my office phone, his voice coming from my intercom.

Closing my eyes, I try to will my heart to stop pounding. “Yes, Mr. Kyle?” I ask and hate how shaky my voice is.

I remove my finger from the button, and the silence that follows makes me think he is maybe on his way to my office. To fire me. To tell me to pack my shit and get the fuck out for being such a perverted freak!

Fuck!

What was I thinking?

“I want to see you in my office first thing in the morning,” he says, and I cringe at how stern his voice is. No longer rough. But I know he’s still standing there with his clothes off. Is she on her knees …?

“Yes, sir,” I all but whimper and then clear my throat. Quit having sexual thoughts about your boss!

I stand there, waiting for him to say something else—to dismiss me in any way—but seconds later, I hear his office door slamming shut, and I realize that was my sign. He was giving all his attention back to her.

I grab my phone and purse and haul ass out of there. The work I still had be damned!

“Miss Burns?”

I blink a few times as I come back to reality. That was over two months ago, and we never had that meeting the following morning. Something came up, and he was out of the office. We never spoke of it, and I’m not even sure if he knew I saw anything. I’ve been too afraid to ask, and he’s never mentioned it.

“Miss Burns?” he snaps.

---