Page 36 of Matchmaking Under the Mistletoe

Shit, if she decides I’m using her job to pressure her, she could leave after the gala. I know I told her I was interested in seeing where this goes, but she didn’t really say anything else. If I run her off like that, I’ll never forgive myself.

Millie must register the change in my demeanor because she looks up at me with confusion on her face.

“We can’t,” I tell her, trying to restrain myself from pinning her to my desk and tasting her sweet pussy.Fuck, some kind of boss I am.

“Oh, uh sorry,” she mumbles. “I, uhh—I'm sorry.”

She starts to nervously rifle through the papers when several of them scatter to the floor. “Damn it,” she mutters, sinking to her knees. “I just can’t do anything right tonight,” she whispers miserably.

Fuck it.There’s no way I can watch this girl think I don’t want her, professionalism be damned. Reaching down, I pull her up until she’s standing in front of me.

“Millie Pouncey, you’re driving me wild, do you know that? Here I am, trying to be good while we’re at work, but all day all I’ve been able to think about is how incredible you would look bent over my desk. I told myself I could wait until we were done here, but dang if you didn’t destroy every bit of self-control I had with one kiss.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, not looking the least bit apologetic. “But I heard a rumor that professionalism is overrated.”

“Amen,” I tease, before crossing the room and turning the lock on the door. Turning back, I pull her close again and kiss her hard. She responds immediately, tracing her fingers through my hair and tugging me to her like she’s scared that if she doesn’t, I’ll pull away.

That motion snaps the tiny bit of control I was struggling to hold onto. I reach down and I grab her legs, hitching them both around my waist and carrying her over to my desk while I kiss her hard.

“If you don’t want this, you better tell me now, Miss Pouncey,” I growl, running my hands up to cup her tits through her sweater.

“Please, Brian, fuck me, please,” she cries out, and I smile at her response.

“Well, you know how much I like it when you beg,” I murmur, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them along with her panties down quickly. God, I can’t wait to be inside her again. I keep one hand on her, running my finger across her clit to tease her as I unbutton my jeans. I’d planned on teasing her for a few minutes to make sure she was ready to take my cock, but I can already tell she’s soaked again.

“Hold on, baby, I need to feel you,” I tell her, lining myself up with her entrance and pushing into her hard.

She lets out a high-pitched whimper, locking her legs around me and leaning back on her forearms against my desk. Watching her expression as I slam into her has me edging toward a release faster than I’d like but damn she’s so fucking sexy. Reaching down between us, I toy with her clit, desperate for her to get there before I do.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful when you’re taking my cock,” I tell her, pinching my fingers together and feeling her pussy contract.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I feel her legs that are wrapped around me start to shake.

“Come for me, Millie,” I respond, continuing to push in and out of her until she lets out a nearly silent scream. As soon as I feel her start to come, I give in and find my release with her. I’m pretty sure I let out a groan as I pour into her, but I’m not sure, only able to focus on how incredible she feels.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” I say, dropping a kiss on her mouth before pulling out and watching my release start to leak out of her. “Damn, that’s so fucking sexy.”

Millie just smiles in agreement, and I lean down to grab her pants off the floor. I’d love to stay cooped up in this office just like this, alternating between working and having more incredible sex, but I know that there’s a ton of work to do before the Gingerbread Gala. Reluctantly, I help her pull her pants up her legs before pulling her in close and running my lips down her neck.

“All right, Miss Pouncey, we need to get back to work, but I want you to remember as you make phone calls and check things off your to-do list that it’s my cum dripping out of your sweet pussy. And when we get home tonight, you’re all mine. Do you understand?”

She looks up at me, and it’s impossible to miss the desire in her eyes. After a moment of staring into her heated gaze, she nods and murmurs “Yes, sir,” before standing and shooting a wink in my direction.

Yep. I’m sure I’ll be getting tons of “work” done tonight.

The followingmorning I’m trying to reply to some emails in the kitchen while I wait for Millie to return from her run. But instead of focusing on budget reports and the minutes from the latest city council meeting, I’m plagued with one thought…Damn it, I’ve totally fallen for this girl.

Last night, like every other time I’ve had sex with Millie, was absolutely incredible. I can still picture the way she begged me to fuck her. I’m pretty sure I’ll be dreaming about the look she had as I thrusted into her and made her scream for the foreseeable future. When we got home from the inn, she asked me to shower with her, and I soaked in every moment of being able to reach out and touch her smooth skin. Finally, after pressing her against the shower wall and feeling her come apart on my face and then my cock, we collapsed into my bed together. I love waking up with her wrapped around me.

But as much as I love having her here, and I can’t deny that I’m completely gone for her, there’s a nagging part of my brain that keeps reminding me we’re running out of time.

Thanks to the arrangement we made, there’s nothing tying her to me after the Gingerbread Gala. She could pack up and be gone before it’s time to take the decorations down. I’ve completely failed at taking this slow, and for all I know, shecould be planning her escape from this little town as we speak. Her insurance finalized her claim this week, and I’m pretty sure she’ll have a check for her totaled vehicle in the next few days. After that, there’s really nothing holding her here.

God, I want her to stay. But at the same time, can I really expect someone as incredible as Millie to commit to staying in Springside after the last three weeks?

Blowing out a breath, I try to refocus myself on the work in front of me, just as she comes in the door.

“Good morning,” she says with a smile, before bending down and untying her shoes. “Sorry if I’m a little later than normal. I kind of got in the zone and didn’t realize how far I’d gone until it was too late.”

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