Page 90 of Forbidden You

“We’re at the office, babe. It’s unethical.”

“Fuck ethical.”

His head woggles from side to side. “You didn’t lock the door. We can’t do this. If someone walks in, I have a lot of explaining to do.”

“You know I sucked you off in the janitor’s closet two hours ago?”

“Trust me. I can’t forget.” His lips brush against mine as if he can’t resist a little touch. “But we can’t do that anymore. I don’t want to give Rachel a reason to dig a little deeper into our relationship.”

With a big sigh, I get off his lap, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

Instead, I lean forward, bringing my mouth close to his ear with my hand on his upper thigh. My palm feels the warmth of his leg burning through the fabric of his jeans, and I give him a slight squeeze.

“Shame, I hoped you were going to fuck me on your desk again, Bodi.”

A low growl comes from his throat, and I straighten my body with a taunting smirk, sauntering back toward the door as I purposely sway my hips from left to right.

“I should reportyoufor sexual harassment,” he mutters.

“Well, if you’re going to do that, please do itafteryou’ve stripped me naked. Wouldn’t want to get fired without a good reason.” I wink, then close the door behind me, smug as fuck.

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Unapologetically, I burst through his bedroom door, right in time to see him strolling out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Strands of his wet hair sit in front of his forehead, and I cock my head at the visible V that makes me moan in agony.

“Ugh,” I huff, fanning my face.

The man is too hot for his own good.

He’s giving me an incredulous look when I bring my attention back up, though a playful glint flashes through them.

“What are you doing?”

“Dinner is ready.” I sheepishly point my thumb over my shoulder while I shamelessly keep my gaze fixed on his six-pack.

Would I still have time to explore every line before dinner burns to charcoal mac?

We could always order in?

Eating the specimen in front of me for a starter, then Wendy’s for dinner sounds like a really good plan right now.

“You made dinner?”

“Yeah, but I’m regretting it now. Maybe we should skip dinner?” I take a few steps closer, determined to close the distance between us, but he stretches his arm, placing his palm on my chest to stop me.

“You can’t just waltz into my bedroom like this.”

“Yeah, you sound really mad.”

He shakes his head, pushing a deep breath from his lungs in surrender before he takes off toward his closet. My curiosity has me trailing behind him.

“What in the hell?” My eyes bulge when I walk into his spacious walk-in closet, amazed by what I’m seeing. It’s not the number of clothes that has me shocked. It’s the fact that he has at least six yards of sneakers perfectly displayed on the wall.

“I knew you liked sneakers, but this is insane, Bodi!” I saunter past the entire wall that’s filled with every sneaker brand you can think of, in every style and every color.

“Why is it that when women have walls of heels, no one bats an eye, but when a bloke has the same, everybody freaks out?”

“Wait?” I move my head around to scan the room. “You also have a wall with heels?”

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