Page 33 of Donut Overthink It

My cock immediately hardens at the sight of her. She has her blond hair up in a tight bun, her lips painted a soft pink color, and she’s wearing my favorite dress. It’s a coral color with a thick gold belt high on her waist. I love the way it makes her tan skin glow.

“Ready, Miss Burns?” I question, coming up to her.

“Ready for what?” she asks, looking at me wide-eyed. “What are you doing here? I thought you had court this morning?”

I nod. “I did.”

“Then why are you here?”

I reach out for her, but she pulls back as if afraid of me. I smile. “I thought we were over this playing hard to get? After all, you owe me …”

She shakes her head quickly. “I’m trying to keep this professional.”

I laugh as I take another step toward her, and this time, she has nowhere to go since she is backed against the wall. “Professional?” Lifting my hand, I cup her face, and her body sags against me. “Telling me that you want to fall to your knees and run your tongue along the shaft of my cock is anything but professional, Miss Burns.” My dick swells at that visual she gave me last night.

“What?” She gasps.

Her blue eyes are wide staring into mine, and I realize that she must not remember all those texts she sent me last night. I smile. This could be fun. I lean in and whisper in her ear. “And I imagine fucking your pussy just as much as I do your mouth.”

“Mr. Kyle …” she breathes as she shudders.

“You’re not gonna stop me, Hadley,” My free hand goes to her hip. “I’m gonna finish what I started the other day …” I slowly lean my lips down to hers.

“Mr. Kyle?”

She pulls away from me, and I growl, turning to face her door that is now open with Millie standing inside her office. “What?” I snap. This is the second time she’s interrupted us.

Her eyes go from mine to Hadley then back to mine. “There are two officers here.” Hadley gasps. “And they are looking for Miss Burns.”

My teeth grind together. “Send them to my office.”

She looks between us quickly once again and then shuts the door. I turn to face her. “Grab what you need and leave.”

“But …”

“Fucking leave, Hadley,” I snap. When she just stands there, I bend down and pick up her purse and her phone from her desk and hand them to her. “Go home. I’ll call you after they leave. Understood?”

She finally nods. “Stay in here for a second. Let me make sure they’re in my office.” I walk over to the door and open it up, stepping into the hall. And then look back at her. She hugs her purse to her chest as she watches me wide-eyed. The thought of me kissing her long gone now that the police are back once again looking for her. “Go straight home,” I order and then walk to my office not waiting to hear her say another word.

“We want to speak to Miss Burns,” the officer says in greeting once I walk into my office. They stand in front of my desk. Millie stands beside them, biting her lip nervously.

“About what?” I ask.

He lets out a growl. “Where is she?”

“I haven’t seen her. Have you, Millie?” I look at her.

Her eyes widen as she opens her mouth and then closes it. I walk over to her and place my hand on her shoulder, speaking to them. “I believe she called in sick this morning.” I shrug. “It’s hard to find good help these days.”

The officer who cuffed her narrows his eyes at me. I squeeze Millie’s shoulder to keep myself from punching him in the fucking face.

The smaller one snorts. “I find that hard to believe.”

I look at him. “Why is that hard to believe? You arrested her for something that you have yet to prove she’s done …” Millie gasps, but I ignore her. “Don’t you think she would take some time off?”

He steps up to me. “We’ll find her.”

My jaw tightens, and he smiles when he notices it. Then without another word, he spins around, and they walk out of my office.

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