Page 106 of Unbossly Manners

I hitched my mouth into a coy smile. “Your turn.”

He laughed. “For what?”

“To tell me you’re crazy about me.” I laughed, half-joking, but his gaze darkened and I held my breath, waiting.

“I’m not crazy about you,” he said, his nose running along my temple, breathing in my scent. My knees buckled and he pressed against me, holding me up.

“You’re not?” I breathed out.

“I’m in love with you.”

I closed my eyes and let his words sink in.

“You drive me mad.” I raised my shaking hand to his cheek. “But… I love you, too.”

He took my face in his hands, and his mouth grazed mine.

“Wait.” I pulled back, raising my lips into a coy smile. “I’m sorry, but kissing’s not part of our agreement.”

Jackson stepped away, and I shivered, all the parts that had been warmed by him, suddenly cold. He circled his desk and unlocked his bottom drawer. He flipped through several files then pulled out a document. It was our agreement. He held it aloft and ripped it in two, then four, then eight pieces.

“You said you shredded that.”

“I like to look at it sometimes. It reminds me of you.”

I bit my lips, a flurry of love rushing through me.

“We need a new agreement.” From his desk, he took out a white sheet of paper and a pen. He held it aloft.

“Kissing?” he asked.

“Every day. Often.” I circled the desk, and pressed my chest into his back as he wrote.

“Blow jobs?”

“I had a really good teacher, so I might be awesome at them.” My hands circled his thighs.

He sucked in sharply and scribbled.

“Cunnilingus?” He slid his eyes sideways to meet mine over his shoulder.

“If you never call it that again, then yes.” I leaned in and licked his ear, the pen halted in his hand for a moment.

“Fucking?” We both said at the same time.

I laughed, low and throaty.

“What happens when I become a master of sex? I can’t waste all my skills on one man.” My fingers splayed over his cock, which strained against the material of his slacks.

In a quick movement, he placed me on the desk and slid me close, my knees spreading wide on either side of his legs. His hands dug into my thighs and he yanked me to him. His cock was rock hard and he pushed it against my pussy.

I gasped.

He lifted the paper between us. I quickly read it, took the pen, and scribbled my name. He did the same then shoved it in the drawer.

I glanced at the closed door. “Should you lock it?”

“I locked it the moment I saw you in my office.”

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