Page 112 of See You at the Finish Line

I choke. Full on choke. This man.

That’s dirty. Two can play at that game

you’re on

Correct, I am turned on. Good thing I packed a vibrator in my bag

Adam whips his head around to look at me. I flash him my most innocent smile.

oh it’s on alright

Don’t forget I massage people for a living, your body isn’t the only one I’ll be touching today

I look up in time to see a muscle feather in his jaw. I am downright fucking giddy. How is this my life?

if I didn’t respect you and your profession so much I’d march you right out of this arena and back to our bed

Our bed. My toes curl in my shoes.

Who needs a bed when you have a perfectly good desk in your office you can bend me over?

Adam stops dead in his tracks. Ialmost crash right into him.

“Sorry, Connor, I have to use the bathroom,” he says, his voice tight. He doesn’t look at me as he makes a beeline to the restroom. Point for Paige.

“That was weird,” Connor says, watching Adam walk away.

“He’s a weird guy,” I say, also watching that fine ass. He disappears around the corner leaving me and Connor free to get set up for the day. I can feel my phone buzzing in my pocket as I take on my first client. Since I’m new to the company, my job will be working on the fourth line, and today it’s the defencemen.

My mind drifts as I think of Adam’s body, and I can’t help but compare him to everyone I see today. It’s unprofessional. Usually, I can separate my work from my personal life, but Adam has invaded every cell in my being and set my body on fire.

I make myself work on two clients before allowing myself to check my phone.

I’m not going to lie, I don’t have a comeback for that one. Well played

if we keep this up we’re going to be fired on the first day

although, I don’t suppose being fired would be the worst thing in the world

we could spend all day at home in bed

I’d spend all day inside of you, my cock, my tongue, my fingers

fuck I can’t concentrate

we can’t get fired, please go easy on me

I have no intention of going easy on him. When I have a break, I make my way over to his office. The door is open, allowing me to walk in and quietly shut it behind me. He doesn’t look up right away so I take the time to study him. His brow is furrowed. He didn’t have time to shave this morning, so his face is scruffy. I like it. He’s so absorbed in his work that he still doesn’t look up.

I want to feel that scruff scraping the inside of my thighs

His phone pings, jolting him out of his concentration. His eyes catch me before he sees the message, and he startles in his chair, his hand flying to his heart.

I smile and nod to his phone. When he reads the message, he groans, scratching the scruff in question.

“You are evil, pure evil,” he hisses at me. “Have you no mercy?”

“None.” I sway my hips a little extra as I slowly walk towards him, flipping my ponytail. I’m drunk on the power of making him watch every single move I make. I spin his desk chair around and lean into him. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whisper into his ear.

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