Page 44 of Bossed By the Orc

I wanted this—every day for the rest of my life and damn it all, I would have it.

The knock on my office door made a scowl spread across my face when there’d been a blissful smile while I lounged in my chair, lost in memories of my female sucking my cock.

Penelope was in the bathroom, probably trying to look less like we’d done sexy things to each other. While I hated it, she insisted that she didn’t want anyone knowing what was happening between us behind closed doors.

Fine. I could wait until she was more comfortable before I fucked her out in the open.

My gaze narrowed on the intruder and I felt my scowl deepen. I buzzed the knob under my desk that unlocked the door for entry but I was already standing, my lip curled in unwelcome fury.

Garrett stepped inside, a bandage on his cheek and an answering scowl on his face. “Mr. Everlock,” he started, his tone lacking the respect it usually carried. “I need to know if I need to pack my things.” I could tell from the way the male stood that he didn’t regret the altercation but he knew that I still held the power here.

The scowl eased on my face and I huffed out an annoyed breath. “I may be an asshole most of the time, but I’m not stupid. What happened outside of this office was personal and had nothing to do with your work performance,” I gritted, splaying my palm on my desk and leaning forward, ensuring the male could get a good look at the width of my shoulders—an ingrained move that would show a worthy opponent not to fuck with you.

Garrett’s brow furrowed as I said it. “Wait, what?”

I straightened, clearing my throat as I adjusted my tie—which was still askew from where I’d pillaged Penelope’s pussy with my tongue. From the way Garrett’s nostrils flared as he looked around, the scent of our mixed arousal was still strong in the room.

Good.

“I can see that you’re one of my best people,” I said, picking up one of Penelope’s habits and rolling my eyes. “So keep your fucking hands off of my mate and get back to work.”

The male’s eyes went wide and he stumbled back a step on his hooves. “Y-your mate?”

I quirked an eyebrow, not bothering to respond.

“Shit,” Garrett shook his head. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

I shrugged, some of the ire easing from his apology. “She doesn’t know it yet.”

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck as a grin spread across his face. “I can imagine how hard that would be for you. Having a gorgeous mate like that running around unclaimed.”

The scowl was back. “Yes, and you can see why I’m upset that you took it on yourself to get her alone.”

A sheepish smile reached the male’s eyes and as much as I struggled to hold onto my annoyance, it fled from me. “Yeah, sorry about that. You should pin a sign on her or something. Until you mark her,” he said, shrugging.

My mind whirled with the possibility for a long moment before I shook my head. My mate would find a way to kill me and then rip the sign off, which would make the point moot.

“By the way,” I sighed. “Your presentation wasn’t a complete waste of my time. Which is more than I can say about a lot of people here.” I watched the male’s chest swell with pride. “But if you talk to Penelope again, I’ll have to gut you. It’s hard finding good employees. Don’t make it come to that.”

He barked out a laugh, nodding as he left with a wave and I could kind of see why my female might want to be friends with him.

Still not happening, though.

I watched from the sofa of our penthouse as Penelope wore a path in the rug while avoiding looking at me. After ensuring that my female was satisfied and completely covered, I’d led her to the SUV, glaring at Fionel as he smirked at us the entire way to the elevator.

I’d known that a conversation would be happening. We’d crossed boundaries over the last few days and my mate would want to discuss that. That was why I was sitting patiently on the sofa and not tossing her onto my bed.

Because this was important to her. I had to keep reminding myself of that as I watched her delectable ass swaying in front of me with her every move.

No. Biting. Yet.

I snapped to attention when she turned to face me, feigning a contrite expression.

I regret nothing.

“Okay,” she sighed, holding out her hands in a placating gesture that I knew too well. She was trying to make me see her side of things again. It wasn’t going to happen, but I loved that she tried.

“I think that we’ve had a couple recent encounters,” she sounded out the word as if those moments weren’t the most life-changing things that had ever happened to me. “And we need to slow down.”

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