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“Come here,” I tell her.

Megan gives me a narrow-eyed look. “I’m talking about work right now.”

“No reason you can’t do it from my lap,” I smirk suggestively at her. “You might even be able to convince me of a trial run for the new girl if you play your cards right.”

She hesitates, and I pat my leg, my voice firm. “Come.”

When she moves towards the door, I tell her, “No, leave it unlocked.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“Then they’ll know you’re off limits,” I smirk, unbothered by her concern. However, she walks across the room and locks the door anyway.

“I have a reputation to maintain. Half the servers already think I got this position by screwing the boss. I don’t need to confirm their suspicions.”

“What suspicions?” I ask pleasantly, but my eyes aren’t smiling.

“Does it matter?” She scowls, walking over to me.

I reach out, grab her by her slim waist, and lower her luscious ass onto my lap until she’s straddling me. I immediately harden underneath my zipper, but that’s par for the course whenever I’m close to this little fireball.

“To be fair, you’ve only ever screwed me once, and even then, I was the one doing the fucking. If I recall correctly, all you did was plead and scream for more.”

Megan’s hand covers my mouth, her eyes full of embarrassment. “Quiet.”

I grin against her hand, amused by her sudden bout of shyness, and then lick her palm.

“Hunter!” she cries out in disgust, pulling her hand away from my mouth and wiping it on my suit jacket. “That’s disgusting. Why would you do that?”

I have to laugh at her response. “You know I’ve licked you all over your body, right?”

“It’s still disgusting.” She contorts her face, and I laugh even harder. “I haven’t washed my hands in hours.”

“I suppose in your head that makes complete sense,” I chuckle before cupping her face in my hands. “Let’s try this then.”

I bring her face down to mine and kiss her softly on the mouth, enjoying the sweet sensation of her soft lips moving against mine. She sinks quickly into our kiss, and when she moves closer to me, I momentarily break away, warning, “Careful, you still have stitches.”

“Oh, yeah,” she says through shallow breaths, her eyes cloudy with desire. It’s fascinating to see how easily she gets turned on with the simplest of touches. I kiss her neck and her jaw, enjoying her sweet taste. She smells like jasmine on a summer evening.

Normally, sex for me is fast, rough, and transactional, but I don’t want to have sex right now. I mean, obviously, I wouldn’t mind it, but presently, I’m more than satisfied that Megan’s pressed against me. In fact, there’s nothing more I’d like to see than her rub against me and watch her release. It’s a beautiful thing to watch.

And I wouldn’t care who walked in and saw us.

Chapter 44

There’s No Shame In Asking

HUNTER

Islowly move my hands underneath Megan’s blouse and cup one of her breasts, pulling up the bra and kneading the soft flesh in my hands. Her small but dense breasts fit so perfectly in the palm of my hands. I swallow her soft moans, relishing the sound.

The way she squirms against me is tantalizing, and that jasmine scent is driving me crazy. I use the other hand to push up her skirt and cup her mound through her panties. She lets out a soft gasp, “Hunter.”

“What?” I press an open-mouthed kiss against her jawline. “Do you want something?”

I steal another kiss from her, sucking on her tongue and making her press down into my hand. A dissatisfied sound escapes her.

“It’s polite to ask for something you want, Megan,” I bite gently down on her shoulder through her blouse.

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