Page 8 of Defensive Hero

“S-Sir?”

“I asked you a question.” Right. He did. What was it again? “What do you think you are doing, showing up at my office after hours when there is no one else around?”

“I came in to ask if you wanted me to order you dinner—”

“Which I declined,” he grinds out, grabbing my chin and forcing my eyes to remain locked on his. “Why did you stay?”

I don’t know. But that’s not true. I know perfectly well why I stayed.

It’s because I am attracted to my boss. Of all the unfortunate things that could happen to me, I find this stone-faced man hot, and… I want him.

I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone else in my life, and those cold blue eyes… I want them on me. I wish I could pretend that Wilson doesn’t have that kind of effect on me, but standing this close to me with his delicious masculine scent filling my nose, I can’t help my desire.

I am want my boss. Desperately.

Chapter Four

Wilson

There is a reason why this law firm is strict about employee relationships, and it’s not just to avoid awkward situations in the common area or gossip around the office.

Sex between coworkers is a lawsuit waiting to happen, and this firm has only ever had one of those. One of the junior lawyers got involved with an intern a few years ago, and it was hell for everyone involved. There were allegations of unfair treatment, coupled with workplace harassment and discrimination. All this was because two foolish adults decided they wanted to get into each other’s pants.

When all this came to light, I tore into both of them for being stupid and bringing their relationship into the workplace. One of them left in tears and the other handed over his resignation. That was six years ago, and there hasn’t been such an incident again.

Back then, I didn’t understand how someone would allow themselves to be led by their dick, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

The judgment in my voice from then was of someone so sure it would never happen to them. That they would never be involved with their immediate staff, but that was because I hadn’t met Sandy Beck.

The girl with chocolate brown eyes with golden specs that catch the light when she smiles. A voice so soft and sultry, it calls at the beast in me, eliciting the desire to rut her every time she walks into my office. It’s a fucking war of wills to not tear off those little skirts she wears and ram my cock into her pussy, fuck her hard against my office wall until everyone in the building catches the sounds of her pleasured cries.

She is a fucking distraction.A temptation.

One I would be smart to stay away from, but it’s too late now. I have already touched the girl, and with the way she is looking up at me with her wide, innocent eyes… It’s too late to pull away now.

It’s impossible to go back to the moment when I had no idea how her soft skin felt against my fingers. I tip her chin, my eyes on hers, as I drag my thumb across the seam of her mouth, watching heatedly as they puff open.

“Why did you stay?” I rasp, sliding my finger into her mouth and watching as her eyes glaze over from the move. “You should have left when I told you to, Sandy. Now everything is complicated.”

I drink in her expression as I slide my thumb deeper into her mouth, my hard cock throbbing painfully behind my zipper and begging to replace my thumb in her mouth, to push into this sexy little mouth until her eyes tear up as she chokes on my shaft. My cock jolts in my pants when her mouth closes around my thumb, sucking gently at the digit, and it takes everything in me to not shoot in my pants. Something I haven’t done since my early teens.

“Fuck!” I growl, pulling my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop. It takes everything in me to draw away from her, but I need to be sure that we’re making this mistake together withsober minds. “This is your last chance to leave. To leave this office and forget about our brief lapse of judgment.”

“Sir, I—”

“If you choose to stay, you will do whatever I tell you to, no questions asked.”

I expect to read fear in her eyes, but instead, there is excitement dancing in those beautiful orbs, and I can already guess her answer even before she voices it. “I’ll stay.”

I pull my hand away from her and step back before walking back to my desk and leaning against it. I trace my eyes appreciatively over her body, from her face to her neck and down to the perfect slope of her breasts pushing against her blouse.

“Strip.”

Her eyes flash with surprise, and they cross to the door behind her, but we’re alone here. Besides, everyone knows better than to bother me when it’s not office hours. And fuck, a part of me can’t find it in me to care that we’re—that I am acting so recklessly.

Sandy doesn’t question me as she starts to unbutton her blouse, her shaky fingers missing a few buttons, but I don’t rush her, instead, I choose to stand back and watch, admiring the body I have thought about all week.

She shrugs the blouse off her shoulders, and it falls to the floor, revealing smooth skin and a nude-colored bra. “This too?” she whispers, staring up at me from under her lashes even as she gnaws nervously at her lips.

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