Page 45 of The Swap After Hours

His eyes became thin slits. “Never mind. Just get back to work.”

I grinned, pleased with myself, but turned back to what I’d been doing. He’d been on edge all day, snapping at me when I dropped a piece of paper and had to bend down to pick it up, frowning at me over lunch whenever I’d take a sip of iced tea through my straw, storming out of the office earlier when I’d leaned back in my chair and stretched my hands over my head, letting out a satisfied moan as I worked the kinks out of my back.

I’d wondered why he was in such a foul mood, but now I knew, and it made me so happy I was almost giddy. Apparently, he found my presence distracting, and everything I did was turning him on. Well, it served him right because that was exactly how I’d been feeling for weeks.

An hour later, I sat in on a teleconference with Donovan. The man he was meeting with had a monotone voice with absolutely no inflection, making him the most boring person I’d ever met. Donovan’s eyes met mine over his computer monitor and he gave them a subtle roll. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

As their meeting went on, I found my mind wandering. I thought of Paris and the way Donovan had looked up on the Eiffel Tower, the first brush of his lips against mine, the feel of his hand wrapped around both of our cocks later in the hotel suite.

I shifted in my seat, subtly adjusting myself as blood rushed to my cock. Only I must not have been as subtle as I thought because when I glanced up, I found Donovan staring at me again overtop his monitor, his eyes darkened to a deep, forest green.

“I’m going to have to end our meeting a little sooner than expected Dave. Something has come up that requires my attention.”

Mr. Boring was still talking when Donovan shut off the computer and pushed his chair back. I swallowed hard as he stood and rounded his desk, stalking towards me. There was no other way to put it. In that moment, he was the predator, and I was his prey. Albeit a very willing prey.

“Come on,” he said, reaching a hand out to me.

I took it. “Where are we going?”

“To my place, where you’re going to tell me whatever it was you were just thinking about.”

“But it’s only three o’clock,” I pointed out as he practically dragged me to the door.

Hand on the doorknob, he let go of my hand and turned to look at me, a clear challenge in his eyes. “And?”

“And nothing. You’re the boss.”

“Damn right I am.”

I was smiling so big my cheeks were almost sore as he led me out of the office and down the hallway to the elevator. “Kelly, Mr. Reed and I are leaving. If anyone calls, please take a message and tell them I’ll get back to them as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Mr. Marshall,” she said, giving me a quizzical look. I shrugged my shoulders innocently.

The security guard in the garage straightened when he saw us walk out. “Good afternoon, Mr. Marshall. Off to a meeting?”

“Good afternoon, Dan. Actually, I’m heading home.”

“Already? But it’s still light out,” he replied, not even bothering to hide his surprise.

I laughed quietly when I heard Donovan sigh. “Yes, well, at any rate, that’s where I’m going. Have a good night.”

“You too, Mr. Marshall. You too,” the friendly guard said as Donovan unlocked his car and we got in.

“What the hell? Why is everyone acting like my going home is such a big deal?”

“Let me ask you something. When was the last time you left work this early?”

Donovan rolled his eyes. “Okay. I suppose I see their point. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I do work too much.”

I patted his arm soothingly. “I’m sure she’d be happy to hear you say that.”

He leaned over the armrest, the sudden shift in his demeanor making my heart rate kick up a notch. “But you won’t tell her, will you?” he purred in my ear.

“I m-might be able to be persuaded to k-keep silent.” A shiver raced down my spine as he nuzzled my neck, his warm breath ghosting across my skin.

He placed a kiss at the base of my throat then pulled back. His eyes held promises of incredible things to come. “Then I better get you home and start…persuading you.”

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face as he started the engine and peeled out of the garage, especially when he reached over and took my hand, threading his fingers with mine. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into a different garage, this one located under a sleek high-rise building in one of New York’s wealthiest neighborhoods, home to many A-list celebrities.

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