Page 34 of Whiskey Neat

Oh my god, he is. Indy is fucking jealous. “Personal business aside, since you’re my boss, I’ll explain. I was not working on my social life or planning to fuck anybody, and I resent your insistence that I was. Jack asked me out and I very politely said maybe. I didn’t want to be a dick to the guy working on the bar, okay?”

Indy’s jaw ticks, and I wish he didn’t look so fucking hot right now. “Fine.”

“Fine? Uh-huh, mister. I think you owe me an apology for getting on me for no reason.”

He nearly rolls his eyes but seems to stop himself. “Sorry.”

“Oh, thank you, Indy. That felt so sincere. I have no idea why you’re so mad at me. Care to enlighten?”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“You think I blew you off, right?”

“I don’t think it, Salem. You did. And it’s fine. I don’t care.”

Shit. This is not good. So stupid to get involved with my boss, but Indy is too hot to ignore.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifts his gaze to me.

“I really am,” I continue. “I’d love to do more of what we did, but I know how it ends, and it’s not pretty. I’m just saving us some future drama.”

“Yeah, I got that last night.”

I walk around the desk, aware of how his body stiffens the closer I get. His black t-shirt is so tight I can see his hard nipples through it, and my stomach flutters in response.

“Can we find a way to work together peacefully?”

Indy tilts his head back for a second before exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Of course. I’m…” He pauses, dropping his shoulders and softening his jaw. “I’m sorry, Salem, for being a dick this morning. You didn’t deserve it. I guess I felt threatened or something.”

His admission feels weirdly good. “If it helps, you’re definitely the only guy in these four walls who has a shot at me.”

A slight smile tugs at his lips. “Good to know.”

“I plan to keep things super professional, just like I said I would.”

“Same.” He moves a little closer, and I swallow hard as my dick swells slightly. “You’re just so fucking pretty, Salem, and I didn’t get enough.”

My body warms and I sway closer. “We shouldn’t do anything else, and it would be breaking one of your rules to do anything here. In your office. On this desk.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing forward until we’re touching. “You’re right. We should commit to being friends and coworkers. Keep the lines clear.”

“Absolutely.” I run my hands down his chest. “It would help if you weren’t so goddamn spectacular.”

“I could say the same to you. You wearing lace again?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip. “You could check, you know, to make sure I’m not lying.”

Indy slides his hand down my back to my ass, squeezing hard. “You’re dangerous, gorgeous.”

“Me? I couldn’t hurt a big, strong man like you.”

Indy hoists me into his arms and slams his mouth into mine. The move startles me, and I gasp as Indy gobbles up the sound. The next thing I know, we’re making out hot and heavy, and as he lays me down on the desk, he positions us so that our dicks rub together.

I drag my hands through his hair, shamelessly bucking my hips into his, desperate for more. He tugs my jeans open, reaching inside and moaning as he strokes my erection through my lacy panties.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, moving his kisses to my neck. He sucks on my skin there, and I’m positive he’s leaving a mark. Possessive, much?

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