Page 73 of Cross Check Hearts

“O-okay,” she stammers. “You can come into the office with me while you wait if you want. The work I have to do is super boring, so I can’t promise it will be entertaining, but I’ll be as quick as I can.”

“Works for me.”

She nods and heads for the office, so I follow her inside. There’s a sliding glass window that looks out into the main area of the studio, so I have some idea of what it looks like, but I’ve never actually been inside it before.

It’s much smaller than I thought it would be, with just a few file cabinets and a small desk set by the back wall. A computer sits on top of the desk, and Hannah pushes the chair back and sits down.

Her fingers glide across the computer’s keyboard as she enters her password to log in, and I stand in the doorway to the office with my hands on the frame above it, watching her.

I don’t want to totally invade her space or make her feel like I’m trying to make her hurry up, but I can’t take my eyes off her. She clicks the trackpad, her lips pressing together in focus, and it’s unfair how sexy she makes something so ordinary look.

“What are you doing anyway?” I ask.

“Updating the class rosters,” she answers without looking at me, her fingers clacking against the keys.

“Sounds exciting.”

“About as exciting as a root canal. I’ve been putting it off forever, but the owner has been bothering me to get it done so we have a better idea of how many spots we have filled.”

I nod, continuing to watch her. She’s definitely aware of my gaze on her, because after a few minutes, she lifts her head and looks at me, raising a brow.

“What?”

I smirk and give her a heated look. “It’s hot watching you like this. All boss lady, in control, talking about filling things up.” I push off the doorframe and walk over to her, resting my hands on the desk as I lean down. “The only thing missing is someone under that desk to take care ofyouwhile you handle business.”

Her breath catches, her jaw dropping open slightly. “What do you mean?”

I step around the desk and lean down to brush my lips against her jaw, trailing them to the spot just beneath her ear.

“What I mean is, you’re sexy as hell when you’re working,” I murmur. “But you’d be even sexier falling apart for me.”

A soft, shuddery breath leaves her lips. That’s all the confirmation I need that she’s as turned on by the idea as I am. Without pausing to think about it, I nip at her jaw and then drop to my knees and crawl under the desk.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her fingers tightening around the edge of the desk, but she makes no move to stop me.

I smirk up at her from the cramped space beneath the desk, shifting so my shoulders press against the insides of her knees, locking me into place.

“Like I said,” I growl, “I worked up an appetite.”

I reach for the waistband of her pants and tug them down along with her panties, slow and deliberate, giving her every chance to stop me. But she doesn’t. Instead, she shifts her weight a little to help me.

Her breath shudders as I bare her pussy, her fingers twitching like she wants to grab my wrist—maybe to push me away, maybe to pull me closer. I watch the exact moment when she stops fighting it. Her shoulders ease, her body softening like warm wax, and her thighs spread a little wider for me.

A flicker of heat sparks in her eyes as she stares down at me, replacing hesitation with something darker, something needier.

“You’re insane,” she breathes, her voice hushed.

I grin, dragging my palms up her thighs, slow enough that I feel every tiny reaction—every twitch, every muscle tightening beneath my hands.

Goosebumps race over her skin, her breath coming faster as my fingers graze her pussy.

“And you,” I murmur, dipping my head just close enough for her to feel my breath against her inner thigh, “are already wet for me.”

I lean in closer, flicking my tongue against her clit, and she jolts, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

“Keep working,” I tell her in a low voice. She moans but reaches blindly for the keyboard, her fingers trembling as she forces herself to type.

“This is going to be full of so many errors,” she whispers, her breath hitching.

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