Page 79 of The Wrong Promise

“You’re back,” she says with a big smile and moves toward me. “I’ve missed you. How is Byron?”

“We’ll talk about him later.” Unable to stop myself, I go to her and take her in my arms, kissing her long and deep. My dick twitches, knowing what comes next with her.

“We should be discreet,” she murmurs against my lips.

“We are. It’s my office. And besides, you’re wearing fucking pants. If I call you here, I expect you in a skirt. Especially when I haven’t seen you in a week.” I continue kissing her plump lips.

She pulls away, her eyes shocked. “You want to fuck me here?”

“Yes, Zara, everywhere and all the time,” I say, amused.

“Is this common for you with your assistants?” she snaps.

“Of course not,” I retort. “I never touch my staff.”

“Because you’re a professional?” she says mockingly, and I narrow my eyes at her. “So what am I?”

“You’re ruining the moment,” I grunt out. “And you’re my girl and happen to work here.”

The words slipped out, and she is surprised as much as me.

“Am I?” she whispers. “Is that what we’re telling people?”

“Your friends already know,” I say dryly. “Since you were faking it.”

“Piper knows the truth.”

“You told Piper and not Penny… how close are you to Piper?”

“Close enough. I reasoned, if I had to move out of yours, we could share somewhere together since her roomie is leaving.”

“Luckily, you don’t have to move out of mine.” I stare at her. “Unless you want to.”

She shakes her head, bewildered. “Did you call me here to discuss our living arrangements?”

“No. It’s been a hell of a fucking day.” I push a hand over the top of my head to ease the headache. “The one person who can calm my mind happens to be in the same building, so being the selfish prick that I am, I called her into my office away from her work.”

She finally smiles, and it does something to ease the tension inside me. “You might be questioned on your work ethics, Mr. Hendricks.”

“Who is going to question me, Ms. Hart?”

She pops one shoulder. “Your staff, if I’m continually asked to come to your office to relieve your tension.”

“Since I’m their boss, it’s a matter that is beyond their pay grade. Whatisof interest is how the tension will be eased.”

Zara cups my face and gently kisses my lips. “Sit at your desk, Mr. Hendricks.”

I arch a brow, moving to my desk. I relax back into my chair, and Zara steps in behind me. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she begins to massage the muscles, and the tightness in my neck slowly eases. Not what I had in mind, but it’s doing the trick.

“Is your wardrobe all long pants?” I mutter as I envisionher sprawled on my desk, her skirt bunched around her waist as I fuck her hard.

Her fingers still, and before I can protest, she spins my chair, dropping to her knees. Her hands are on the zipper of my pants as she says, “No. But there are other ways to pleasure my man.”

I’m smiling at those words coming from her pretty lips. She knows I want to fuck her mouth, and without another word, her tongue teases the tip of my dick before she takes me all the way in.

I close my eyes, the stress temporarily fading, and the only thought in my head isZara.

The next threedays were filled with back-to-back meetings. Even with Zara in my bed, I’ve struggled to sleep, the endless pressure to succeed keeping me awake. By Friday morning, my eyes are red and not the appearance I want when meeting the lawyer to finalize the developments for Sir James’ company and the proposal Penny has for greener, sustainable buildings. But all I can think about is a quiet night with Zara.

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