Page 84 of Forbidden You

He rubs my hand over the fabric in small movements to make sure no one can detect it while clearing his throat. Someone starts to talk, but my focus can’t move away from what I’m feeling under my palm. My fingers barely hold on to the pen as I try to scribble words onto the white paper.

Fuck, so horny.

The burning feeling of my pussy growing wetter by the second has me shutting my eyes, imagining his dick springing free, laying in my hand completely bare.

Of his heat radiating against my palm.

Of the velvety skin sliding against mine.

Of the–

“Kayla?” I snap my head toward Bodi, who’s looking at me with a smug grin sitting on his handsome face. The glint of amusement tells me he’s fully aware of what he’s doing to me, and my eyes shoot daggers at him.

“Sorry?”

“Are you still taking notes?”

I glance down at my notepad, then bring my gaze back up.

“Yes. Sorry,” I stammer. “Please continue.”

He proceeds with whatever he was talking about while I do my best to write everything down that’s being said. But with every passing moment, Bodi’s voice grows huskier, his movements under the table more frantic, and my sentences become shorter and shorter until finally I just scramble down key words I can’t even decipher the meaning of. After another couple minutes of torture, and a lot of words I didn’t follow, Bodi finally closes the meeting.

Thank heavens.

“Alright, let’s get back together next week.” He quickly gets up, letting go of my hand, and I push out a breath of relief. With big strides, he walks out of the boardroom before everyone else, and I take the time to gather my stuff to give myself a moment to cool down.

That was the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. But also the hottest. Most erotic… and oh, my gosh, I’m suddenly in the mood to watch some office porn.

When the room is completely empty, I look out of the window, rubbing my hands over my flushed cheeks.

I know he said he was going to torture me, but he caught me off guard, and fucking hell, it’s even sexier than I expected it to be. If this is how it feels for him when I keep pushing him into temptation, I have even more respect that he’s been holding off for so long. My lips purse, suppressing a smile with a bemused feeling as I find my way out of the boardroom and back to my desk.

When I get back there, Bodi’s office is empty and my phone vibrates in my hand.

BODI:Can you get me some coffee from the coffee corner? Now, please.

I frown, until I see theplease, then I put my stuff down on my desk, giving Agnes a coy smile. “I’m going to get some coffee for Bodi. Do you want anything?”

She looks at me from over the rim of her glasses, shaking her head to decline.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

With a steady march, I head back into the hallway on my way to the coffee corner that’s more like a small cabinet at the end of the hall. But before I can reach halfway, a shriek erupts from my chest when someone pulls me into the janitor’s closet, wrapping their hand over my mouth. My heart falls to the floor, my eyes widening in shock until the familiar smell of Bodi’s coco wax seeps into my nose.

Asshole!

Pissed off, I pull his wrist to give my mouth free rein and when I spin on the spot to face him, he’s smirking at me with lustful eyes underneath the small lightbulb.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Ssssh!” he scolds.

“You gave me a damn heart attack!” I slap his chest and he winces, with a grin splitting his face.

“Ah, baby, did I scare you?” He bites his lip, then pulls me closer by my neck. His other arm snakes behind my back, locking the door behind us.

“What are you doing?”

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