Page 124 of Unleashed

“The fact that I don’t need gifts.”

“Grumble all you want; I’m going to keep doing it.” He paused, his expression shifting. “I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“What might that be?” I asked, curiosity piqued despite my irritation.

“A lot of companies have interns. I’d like to set up a program here. We’re big enough, and we might find some talent from the area schools.”

I leaned back, considering. “You want me to set it up?”

“Yes. You’re good at things like that. You could hire an assistant to help,” he encouraged.

“It sounds like a good idea. I wish I had interned somewhere. My first boss was a real stickler and probably wanted to sexually harass me,” I joked, a grin breaking through my earlier frustration.

“That bastard. How dare he?” He shook his head, a playful smile on his lips. “But I don’t blame him. You’re so fucking sexy, Morgan. I’d love to sexually harass you right now.”

“I bet you would, Mr. Abbott, but I have work to do. It will have to wait until we get home tonight,” I replied, biting back a smile.

“But I’m already hard,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

“We’re in the office. We must maintain professionalism.” I held my ground, though my heart raced at his boldness.

He stood and moved behind me, his fingers gently pushing my sleek dark hair aside. He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, heat surging straight to my core.

“Still feeling professional, Mrs. Abbott?” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

“Stop it, Slade,” I whispered, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“Come to my office. It’s bigger and more comfortable.” His voice dripped with temptation.

“I have work to finish. Stop trying to seduce me, or I’ll contact the HR department,” I warned, though my resolve was weakening.

He only grinned, slipping his hand over my shoulder to cup my breast. “Slade,” I said in warning as I dropped my pen.

He leaned closer, his mouth by my ear. “I want to fuck you right now,” he murmured, his tone making my pulse quicken.

Just then, my desk phone rang, cutting through the tension. I quickly hit the speaker button. “Yes?”

“This is Leigh. Is Mr. Abbott in your office?” She sounded as professional as ever.

“I’m here,” Slade answered, his tone shifting to business mode.

“Mr. Cabrallo is on line two. Should I tell him you’ll call back?”

“No, I was expecting his call. Tell him I’ll pick up in a minute. Thank you.”

I hit the button to hang up, and Slade turned to me, his expression smug. “You’re lucky, my dear wife, because what I wanted to do to you would be an exercise in control.”

“What control is that?” I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Not screaming when I make you come.” He took my earlobe between his teeth, and I pulled away, breathless.

“Get out of my office,” I managed, trying to keep my composure.

“This isn’t over. We’ll reconvene at home,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I might be busy tonight. I’ve got drinks with the girls and maybe some dancing,” I teased, hoping to provoke him.

“The hell you will, Mrs. Abbott. I want you naked and spread-eagled the minute we get home so I can do some wicked things to you,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

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