Page 42 of Donut Overthink It

I refrain from smiling. “I took my time.” The corners of his lip twitch. “Maybe you need to hire new help,” I suggest.

He arches a brow, then smirks. “I hate tea anyway.”

My brows pull together. “You drink it every day …” My words trail off as his smirk grows into a full smile, and he chuckles. I stand, placing my hands flat on my desk. “Are you telling me that I’ve been getting you hot tea for three months, and you hate it?”

“Yes.”

“You son of a—”

“You’re gorgeous when you’re mad at me,” he interrupts me and walks over to my desk.

I stand fully, pulling my shoulders back. “You mother …”

He yanks me to him, and his lips are on mine before I can even finish my sentence. I place my hands on his chest to push him away, but he grabs them and wraps them around his neck.

I pull my lips from his. “You’re an ass.” My words are breathless, and I hate it.

He pulls my hips to his, and I whimper at how hard he is. “I know.” His eyes search mine. “Let me make up for it.” He starts yanking on my hair tie that holds my bun.

Once he gets it loose, he spins me around and bends me over my desk just like he told me he would, and my heart picks up looking at the door of my office.

“I locked it,” he assures me.

Then he’s pulling my skirt up to my hips, and I hear him growl before his hand slaps my ass.

I gasp as I stand quickly “Aiden …” He spins me back around and pushes me face down onto it again. My desk rattles from his force, and my pussy throbs. “They’ll hear us.”

“Then place your hand over your mouth,” he muses.

“I mean you slapping my ass,” I hiss, nervous and excited at the same time.

“I always wondered what these looked like on you,” he says, running his fingers along the lace of my black thigh highs. “My imagination wasn’t even close to the real thing,” he growls.

His fingers hook into my thong before he pulls them down my legs, and I step out of them. The sound of the zipper on his black slacks fills the room, and my breathing picks up when his hardness presses against me.

I moan as I push my ass toward him, silently begging for him to take me. He chuckles, taking my not-so-subtle hint.

I’m soaked.

He pushes into me, and my face falls onto my desk as I bite my inner cheek to keep quiet.

“Fuck, Hadley, you’re already so wet for me, baby.” He slaps my ass again, and I’m forced to do as he says and place my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out at the feel of him stretching me. He’s so big, and it takes my breath away as he pounds into me from behind like I’m some dirty little secret. And although I should be ashamed, I’m not. I like this side of him. And myself. My body loves how he treats it, and my mind loves the way he fucks with it as well.

The man has talents that I could have never guessed, and he spends the next twenty minutes showing me. Then he’s straightening behind me as I lie spent over my desk. My already tired eyes heavy and my breathing labored as my body lightly shakes.

I hear him zip up his pants, and then he helps me stand. He turns me to face him and kisses me softly on the lips as I try to suck in breaths. When he pulls away, he smiles softly at me. “I want you in my office after lunch,” he orders and then walks out, leaving me swaying on my shaking legs.

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“How are you today?” Andrea asks as I sit down in front of her at the donut shop near my office.

“Good,” I say with a big smile on my face.

She stares at me for a long second before her green eyes narrow on me. “You did it?” she all but shouts.

I look around quickly and then shush her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You little liar,” she hisses.

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