Page 145 of Rush of Jealousy

I dig into my bag and see my phone blinking with a text. I pull open the app and see that Graham just sent me a message.

Graham: Quit flirting.

Oh, the nerve of him. I don’t even have words for him, so I just send him the eye roll emoji, because that is exactly how I feel. Then in true bratty form, I pull out a lollipop from my bag and rip off the wrapper before I can even think about the consequences. I shove it into my mouth and savor the artificial taste of wild cherry.

I can hear him clear his throat from the front of the room and see another incoming text.

Graham: I can’t stop staring at your mouth. The only thing I want to see in it is my cock disappearing deep down your throat.

Fuck. I take out my lollipop, lick around it absentmindedly and put it back inside to rest against my cheek. Tim mutters something to me, and I look over to see him smiling.

“I love that flavor,” he says.

I want to tell him to stop talking to me, but don’t know how to do that without it seeming rude. Graham is going to lose his mind any second now.

“Mr. Larson, can you contribute any details to the room about the projected earnings going into the next quarter?” Graham asks an employee.

Tim sits up in his chair and coughs. “I, yeah, of course,” he mumbles.

Shit. Graham is calling out Tim—probably for talking to me. I feel like I am in high school all over again. This is getting too awkward. I need some air. I throw my notebook, pen, and bottled water into my bag and walk toward the exit at the top of the room. Once I am in the open hallway, I take a deep breath and look for the restroom. I find the women’s and push open the door. I bite the stick of my lollipop and breathe through my nose as I look around. For being one of many in this office complex, the room is very spacious—but sterile. I sit down and pee and then hear the sound of the door and soft footsteps.

I flush and push open my stall door and come face-to-face with a cranky Graham. Actually, no. Cranky is an understatement. More like livid. He pulls the stick out of my mouth and takes a taste of the hard candy.

“Hey, that’s mine, candy thief!”

“Not anymore.” With a flick of his wrist, the lollipop goes flying across the room and hits right inside the corner trashcan with ease.

“What the hell?” I prop my hands on my hips. “I liked that flavor! Do you have a thing against empty calories, bub? And what are you doing here anyway?”

He takes a step closer, and I am pressed against his stacked body. He captures my lips, grabs my ass, and lifts me up. His tongue delves deeper inside my mouth, and he rips it away only to say, “It’s a mighty good flavor.”

My legs wrap around his waist. He carries me to the handicap stall and locks the door. He pushes me up against the metal door and runs his tongue over my lips.

“Hmm,” I hum.

“My little kitten,” he says, while pushing my hair back from my forehead, “who is determined to be a tiger.”

I claw at his back and then tug at the hair around the base of his neck.

“I didn’t think I could want more after the office desk sex. But I do. I need more.”

“I love that you are insatiable.” He bites my neck, and I scream out. His mouth covers mine to stifle the yell.

“You are going to leave a mark!” I whisper-shout once he releases my lips.

“Good.”

Within seconds, Graham has his belt undone, his zipper down, and my panties pulled to the side. His entire length pumps inside of me. It is fast. Impulsive. And exactly what I need to take the edge off. The more we go at it, the more my body craves his touch.

We both hit our zenith together, clutching onto each other for stability. I slide down his body, enjoying every hard edge I scrape across on the journey.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighs, straightening my poor dress before fixing his own clothing back into place.

I give him a sly smile. “Then quit attacking me.”

He rubs his hand down his face. “I have never lost this much control before—especially while trying to run my damn company.”

I give him a sheepish look. “Sorry,” I mouth innocently.

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