Page 180 of Crazy for this Girl

“Time,” she deadpans. “And you letting me read this email…in peace.”

My fingers curl the fabric of her dress, and I place my face into the crook of her neck. “Consider me quiet for the rest of the time. Question is…can you be?”

“Don’t do it…”

“Mhm?” I lick a trail with my tongue up to her ear and gently sink my teeth into her earlobe.

“We can’t do this here.”

“Fuck?”

I hear her mutter something before saying, “Yes.”

“Why? I can do whatever I damn near please in this place. And that’d be you. Right here”—my fingers graze up her naked thighs—“against my fucking desk like I’ve imagined since the day I found out you were the personal assistant. I’ve wanted to own you since I was fourteen when we first met. I vowed so many things to myself that summer, Laynee. I broke some, but not all.”

“Like what?”

I kiss the shell of her ear. “Do your work first. Read the email in my lap. I want you to feel how hard my cock is when you’re near me.”

“What happened to professional?”

“Not in the contract.” I sit back down in my chair and pull her in to sit on top of me. “Go to dinner with me.”

Laynee reaches out for my laptop and brings it closer. “Why?”

“Because you wouldn’t let me fuck you without dinner first.” She scoffs and shakes her head, not daring to deny that I’m wrong. “Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“Laynee,” I coo, rubbing the inside of her thighs with my thumb. “Give me your price.”

“Price?”

“I need to know what you’re thinking. I need to know that there’s hope for me.” She’s silent for a moment, and I’m not sure if she’s ignoring me or thinking about it, but I remain silent.

Then she surprises the fuck out of me with her next response.

“I want out of the contract.”

I swear all the blood in my body rushes to my head and it immediately comes to a boiling rumble of pissed. “What?”

“I need to be on my own. I can’t be under you and try anything with us being on top of each other. I need space.”

“Space for you to fucking ignore me?” I snap, drawing my hands away from her legs.

Leaning back in my chair, I do everything in my power to contain the pure rage coursing through me and bending her over my desk like I just said while fucking that stupid ass idea out of her head.

“No.” She twists her body so she can look down at me, that ass of hers brushing against my throbbing cock. Her features are soft and placid, no stress or lies within them as those beautiful blues connect with my greens. “Jonah will be set. I’ve been paying off our student debt with what I’ve been making here.”

My brows clash. “What? Why did…” I stop myself because that’s a typical Laynee thing to do. She always loved her little brother. Yes, they had the normal, annoying brother-sister thing going on, but it never severed their relationship.

“I want to go back to school.”

“For what?”

“Hospitality and hotel management.” My eyes narrow because that’s roaming into my career path. “You could use the competition.”

A mirthless chuckle rumbles in my chest as a small smile graces her face. Oh, I love this woman, but if she believes she’s gonna fuck with me like this to get back at me, I’ll eat her alive.

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