Page 5 of Jealous Boss

I manage to stagger back to my feet. Take one step, then another, my feet directed with a compulsion I can’t help but obey as her fingers reach for the doorframe, as if to steady herself.

Is she overwhelmed too? I sure as fuck am overwhelmed by her beauty. Her presence.

Her lips part on a shaky breath, and my cock twitches and starts to harden.

She blinks and looks around again before meeting my eyes, and in that nanosecond, I want to weep for the absence of her attention.

“Hey there… umm, I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but I’ve lost track of my group. I went to the ladies’ room and when I came back they were gone.” The hand not gripping the door darts up to tuck a strand of errant hair behind her ear.

She sounds American, but there’s the faintest hint of a European accent… French, maybe?... which makes it sexy as hell.

God, could she get any sexier?

My dick is at full mast, and my jaw is refusing to move as she stares at me.

I want to kiss her just to see how redder those lips can get.

I want to lay her on my desk, spread her wide, and fuck her just to see how many times I can make her come before I lose my mind.

I want to?—

“Sir? Do you know where they went?” she prods nervously, huskily.

I want her on her knees, looking up at me while calling mesirand begging me for all the nasty things I intend to do to her.

Her flustering intensifies, and heaven help me if that doesn’t turn me on even harder.

I take another step toward her.

Just as Maggie appears out of fuck knows where—since she wasn’t at her desk to intercept this glorious angel—and steps between us.

She eyes me with a peculiar light in her eyes before she spins to face my visitor.

“Hi, I’m Maggie. Are you one of the interns?”

The angel drags her gaze—with effort, I note excitedly—from mine. She smiles at Maggie.

With twin deep fucking dimples I want to tongue while she giggles and writhes beneath me.

“Oui… sorry, I mean, yes,” she responds with a husky laugh.

Ah… French.

And yep, turns out she can get sexier.

My dick is harder and jetting spurts of excitement in three seconds flat, and the shock of it snatches the breath from my lungs, because when was the last time that happened?

Not for a while, for damn sure.

Yes, I can get it up when there’s a beautiful woman involved. But this kind of raging erection at the drop of a dime? Not happened since my rampant teens.

Maggie throws me another half-puzzled, half-perplexed look over her shoulder before gesturing with a motherly arm. “Come on, I’ll show you where they are.”

I barely register that I’m still moving toward the door, gravitating to this incredible creature.

Who happens to be one of the interns.

Who just let slip that she speaks French.

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