Page 6 of Quickies

I squirmed on the chair.

“Are you listening, Nico?”

“Yes, sir.”

I finished typing the sentence and crossed my legs. I felt weird.

Mr. Toral stood up and walked around the desk to refill his glass of water. He set another glass in front of me.

“You’re slower than usual.”

I took the glass and gulped. “I apologize, sir. Thank you for the water.”

“Do you need a break?”

“No, sir. We can continue.”

I could feel his gaze on me. As he loomed close, his scent got more powerful. I took a deep breath, and a shiver ran through me. My cock tingled, and slick gathered in my hole. I couldn’t even look at him.

“Are you sure? You seem unwell.”

“I’m perfectly well, sir.”

I need to get this done so I can get away from you and calm the hell down.

“Find the risk analysis.”

Luckily, I knew the document by heart. “Page thirty-three, sir.”

“Read it for me.”

He paced as I read. He disliked reading, and I suspected he might have some form of dyslexia. When he could, he used text-to-speech apps and dictation. He claimed he could think better if I read things out loud for him. So I did.

After a few sentences, I got breathless. Cold sweat covered my neck, and warmth pooled in my stomach. Was Igoing to be sick? I stammered in the middle of a paragraph, and Mr. Toral paused his pacing.

He turned to me with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You areunwell,” he stated.

I lifted my gaze to meet his scowl, and my heart thudded faster. Why did he have to be so damned sexy?

The warmth in my belly seemed to be pulsating, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I wasn’t nauseous or anything. I just felt overheated and…weird.

“I’m not sure what’s wrong with me,” I said truthfully.

His concerned frown did dangerous things to me, like igniting hope and even more acute want. Oh, how I wanted him to care about me! He stepped closer and leaned in to scrutinize my face. His hot breath washed over me. He smelled of mint and sandalwood.

God, I was hard. Why was I getting hard? And wet. So damned wet. I’d have a slick stain on my pants.

Yes, I was desperately attracted to my boss, but I’d never had such an uncontrollable, physical reaction to his closeness.

“Your pupils are dilated,” he said, holding my gaze.

Then he placed his palm on my neck, and I whimpered.

Holy hell.

“Your pulse is…”

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