Page 269 of By His Play

She doesn’t see me for a few seconds, too lost in her own thoughts, but then she looks up.

“Oh my god, Kieran,” she gasps as her notebook flutters to the ground.

“Is it my turn now?” I ask simply.

“Y-yeah,” she stutters, bending down to collect everything she dropped.

“Don’t do that,” I warn, watching her with her ass in the air. “Unless you want to get fucked over your desk.”

She stands and shoots a heated look over her shoulder.

“Oh, you do.”

“Kieran,” she warns, trying to cover up her thoughts.

“You’re right. Maybe another time,” I force out. “I’ve got plans.”

“Oh?” she asks.

“Yep. Grab your things. Let’s go.”

She studies me for a beat, and I wonder if she can see my apprehension.

If she can, she doesn’t say anything.

“Okay,” she agrees before closing down her computer and grabbing her purse.

With her hand locked in mine, I drag her out of the office, uncaring about anyone seeing us.

I’d shout it from the rooftops if I could.

After holding the passenger door for her, I jog around the driver’s side of my car.

“Where are we—” I cut off her question with my lips the minute my ass hits the seat.

My hand wraps around the side of her neck, and my tongue sweeps into her mouth.

She kisses me back just as eagerly, and it settles some of the unease I’ve been battling all afternoon.

She still wants this.

The beep of a horn behind us finally puts an end to our kiss.

“So, you missed me?” Effie guesses with a laugh.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I state as I start the engine and pull away.

“What are we doing?”

“Open the glove box,” I demand.

She glances over at me as I pull up to a stop sign.

“Okay,” she whispers as she leans forward, doing as she’s told.

Her gasp lets me know that she’s found it.

“Put it on.”

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