Page 59 of Not Your Hero

“You’re not going to hurt me, Gannix. That I know.”

“You don’t know shit,” I hiss at her.

“If you wanted to, you would have by now.” With that, she drops her arm and moves around me, heading back to the kitchen. Is she right? Would I have hurt her already if that’s what I was going to do?

Chapter 30

Emerson

A week. A whole fucking week. That’s how long I’ve been in this office. Every single day for a week. It’s the most boring thing I’ve ever had to do.

Gannix doesn’t trust me not to bash out a window and run, so he drags me to work with him every single day. For. A. Week!

I groan as I roll over on the couch and face his desk. I have to say this Gannix looks just as good as the one at home. Here, he wears a suit and tie, which makes him look even hotter, with the sleeves rolled up and his tattoos showing. But the jeans and t-shirt Gannix … fuck me. I’ve never seen a man look that good in just a damn t-shirt.

“You’re eye fucking me again.” He interrupts my thoughts without looking up.

“I’ve seen men look good in suits. I’ve seen men look good in t-shirts, and somehow, you manage to do both,” I tell him. He smirks before looking up at me.

“That’s what you’re thinking right now?”

“That and how boring this office is.”

“You don’t like my office?”

“No. You have that big old desk over there, and it’s just plain,” I tell him in mock disgust.

“I know how to make it look better,” he tells me, his eyes darkening as he looks at me.

“How’s that? Add some flowers?”

“No. With your naked body on top of it.” My cheeks flush as I bashfully smile back at him.

“I could enjoy that,” I tell him.

“I bet you could. You could spread your legs wide as I scoot you to the edge. I could kneel at the end of the desk and eat your pussy like a starving man.”

“Keep going,” I encourage him to continue.

“I could tug at that little clit of yours, have you begging me for more, like you do at home. Then I could shove my cock so far inside you that you’d feel me for days.” I press my thighs together. He knows exactly what he does to me.

Gannix stands and walks toward me with purpose in his eyes.

“Stand up,” he says, and I quickly climb off the couch. I stand in front of him when he reaches out and tugs my shirt over my head. Then he moves to my jeans next and keeps going until I’m completely naked.

“Are you going to put me on the desk?”

“No.”

“You’re going to fuck me right here?” I ask him.

“No. You’re going to fuck me, Em. You’re going to ride my cock as hard and as fast as you can until everyone in the office hears you calling my name.” I gasp as I watch him start to pull his clothes off.

“Drugs?” I ask him. He swallows hard and shakes his head.

“You deserve more, Em. And I’m going to let you have it.” I don’t know why that makes me so happy. I don’t know why I feel like I’ve won a fucking prize, but I do.

Gannix keeps stripping out of his clothes until he stands in front of me in nothing. His scars don’t define him as much as he thinks they do. Everyone has something they hate about themselves, and I understand this is his.

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