Page 73 of Tempt

That pleases me more than I expected. “Is it as good as your fantasies?”

Her smile glitters in the waning light. “Better.”

“How?”

“I don't know what you'll do next.”

The surprise. I swallow around a very big feeling lodged in my throat. A regular occurrence with Hazel in my life. “We can do it again next month when we come back to the city. But different again, to keep you on your toes.”

Three weeks later,Hazel The Temp shows up at my office again. This time it’s later in the day, because I want us to have dinner together. She’s wearing a black suit, fitted pants and tailored blazer. She looks hot. The silky lingerie she’s wearing under the jacket is even hotter.

“Ms. McLaughlin, we have a dress code. You’ve worked here before.”

“This is all I have,” she says softly. The demure act of a siren temptress.

“I remember a skirt last time. A blouse with buttons all the way to your neck.”

“They’re both ripped.”

I don’t think I tore the skirt, but the idea of it makes my cock hard. “Well, let’s get started then. And if anyone comes in, you’ll have to duck under the desk.”

She beams at the idea.

Dirty little minx.

I pass her a pad of paper.

“Are you in meetings this evening again, sir?”

“Not today. Today we’re going to—” I’m interrupted by my phone vibrating on the desk. Right on schedule. I stand up and move closer to her, pressing my hands to her shoulders. “Let me help you get a bit more comfortable.”

“You want me to take my jacket off?”

“I do,” I whisper, grazing my fingers over the bare skin of her neck. “I like to look at you while we work.”

“And what work are we doing today?”

“I want you to finish the story you started last time. What happens next after the cruel boss goes down on his secretary?”

“This isn’t I was hired,” she protests.

I tug her jacket off her shoulders and lean all the way over so I can lick her skin. “You were hired to keep me company on a late night. You were hired to be beautiful, and tempting, and when I need some relief, a tight little fuckhole.”

She gasps.

And grins.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now get writing.”

Her pen flies across the page. I take her jacket and hang it up on the far side of the office, next to mine, then sit at my desk.

The elevator dings in the lobby, and Hazel jumps.

I gave her a bland look.What are you going to do?

Without missing a beat, she jumps up and scrambles under my desk. I protect her head with my hand as I roll my chair in closer. At the same time, I pull her face right against the erection tenting my pants. She wraps her hands around my legs as I pretend to do some work.

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