Page 21 of Unlocked

Andre breathes out a sigh from over the line and ignores him before continuing on about a few new hires and paperwork needing to be looked over. Jonathan jumps in a little too eagerly.

“I can go over all of that with Kaz.”

“Not so fast,” Xavier says. “We have that case you were supposed to be helping me with. I need to go over a few more documents with you. This one is important and it aligns with one of Sebastian’s other cases.” He pauses for a minute before turning to me. “Any chance you can look over it with Kaz?”

Jonathan looks thoroughly annoyed which gives me a small sense of satisfaction. He spends far too much time with her anyway. It’s quite obvious he is purposely separating his time between us and I don’t like it. I lick my lips and look aroundlike I’m pondering in my head while Xavier watches me from the side. A small smirk tilts just the edge of my mouth as I stare directly into my twin’s eyes. His bright blue eyes shine even brighter in anger, but he says nothing. He already knows I am going to accept. He always knows, even when he doesn’t want to.

“I’m sure I can spare a bit of time in my schedule today,” I respond.

Xavier and Andre both blow out breaths of relief. I can see Andre stand up at his desk on his screen. “Well, if I’m not needed for anything else, I’m going to sign off. Let me know when our CEO decides to grace us with his presence.

“Will do,” Xavier laughs, also standing up. He looks at Jonathan, clearly sensing something amiss in the air. “You okay, man?”

“I’m fricking fantastic," he replies sarcastically before getting up and walking out.

“Umm, okay then. Guess I'll get with him later. I’m out.”

I nod my head without replying out loud. I’m already focused on the message I’m sending to Kaz.

I’m coming down to your office to go over that paperwork.

Her reply comes in quickly.

What? No. Xavier is going to.

My eyes narrow at her text. Who does she think she is? It is quite clear I’ve become a bit too lax with her recently.

Xavier is busy.

This time her response takes a few minutes longer. Almost like she’s nervous and unsure what to do with my short reply. Good. She should be nervous.

I’ll come to your office. Heading up now.

‘Even better,’ I think as I stroll to my office and settle in my chair. Not more than five minutes pass before Kaz storms into my office, slamming the door shut behind her. She huffs out as she slams a few files down on my desk and puts one hand on her hip, glaring at me. My face remains neutral as I peruse her body. She’s wearing plain black close-toed heels and a black pin skirt that rests just above her knee. There’s a slit on one side that barely rises a few inches up. Her blouse is a deep blue color that cuts down just enough to show a hint of cleavage. It’s so fucking classy and sexy all at once, it’s a wonder my dick doesn’t rip a hole in my pants right here. I see her swallow nervously as I stare at her.

“Clearly, you are getting far too comfortable with me and are beginning to forget a few key points.”

She narrows her eyes at me before speaking. “What the fuck are you talking about, Jamison?”

I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, raising my brows. She stops herself from speaking again, thinking better of whatever she was going to say.

“I think you need a reminder,” I say as I rub my jaw with one hand. “On your knees.”

“You can’t be fucking serious," she seethes out. “No. This is ridiculous. You can’t force me to suck you off every single time I piss you off. I should report you.”

I look at her impassively. “That’s fine. Would you like me to call our CEO now for you? You could let him know you’re reporting me for sexual harassment. You could also let him know about your resume? Maybe tell him there are a few things on there that aren’t supposed to be? I’ll be sure to send him a video or two as well. Maybe one with you already on your knees for me, moaning like a slut while you ride your own fingers. I’msure he will need it for evidence when you open your case against me…right?”

Her eyes are wide while I speak. Once I finish she leans over and grips the edge of my desk, giving me the most delectable view down her shirt. “There’s something wrong with you.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know, Kitten,” I reply as I brace both hands on the armrests of my chair and look down. She doesn’t move.

“On. Your. Knees. Make your choice.”

“As if I even have one," she huffs out before walking around my desk and dropping to the floor.

I lean over, gripping her around her neck, and get in her face. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this. Your pussy is probably gushing already at the thought of me choking you with my cock.” Her eyes remain narrow and she doesn’t respond so I pull my chair forward a bit more forcing her to sit further under my desk.

“What are you doing?” She asks, trying to push the chair back further.

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