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‘Hmm,’ I say, massaging her arse through this very sexy little dress and trying not to laugh, because she is ridiculous. ‘What a shame.’ I flick her earlobe with my bottom lip and feel her shudder gratifyingly in my arms. ‘So I should take you back to that shitty pub again if I want my way with you—you’re not remotely interested in me fucking you in my office.’
She turns her head towards me, pressing her jaw against my mouth. ‘Does absolutely nothing for me,’ she lies smoothly as she grinds her pelvis against my dick.
It’s time to call her bluff. ‘Got it,’ I say and release her, stepping backwards.
She stares at me in shock from hooded eyes before her gaze drops to my crotch. She actually gapes, in fact. Her nipples look set to rip through the fabric of that expensive dress at any second.
‘Not fair,’ she stammers.
I smile, the corners of my mouth curving up in evil glee. I’m really enjoying this.
‘You should know before you go,’ I say, ‘that if you think for a second there isn’t an animal lurking in plain sight here, you’re even less observant than I thought you were, and that’s saying something. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Tish’ll escort you out.’
She pouts. ‘Aide.’
‘Yeah?’
‘I want you to show me.’ She takes a step towards me.
‘Show you what?’ I ask, although I already know.
‘Show me what’s underneath. I want to see what you’re capable of. All this’—she throws her arms wide—‘has me rattled. I need to know you’re the same guy I?—’
‘The same guy you what?’ I prompt gently, because this vulnerable, soft, unsure version of my little hellcat has my heart beating faster even than the cocky, knowingly seductive side.
‘The same guy I couldn’t stop fixating on last week,’ she says haltingly, ‘and all weekend, after you left. Otherwise it’s like I fucked someone who doesn’t actually exist, and that’s just depressing.’
‘Jesus, Lotts.’ I close the space between us and grip her jaw in my hand, angling her face up towards me. ‘I fucking exist.Everythingfrom the other night was real, okay? And I’m so sorry if I made you doubt that.’
‘Then show me,’ she says, her eyes huge.
‘I will,’ I tell her. ‘Get on the sofa, sweetheart. On your stomach.’
CHAPTER 22
Aide
It hasn’t escaped my notice while running my hands over her body that this dress of hers has a chunky zip running its entire length. A zip I suspect will be my ally now.
She turns towards the huge, modular sofa, glancing at me over her shoulder, and I nod my encouragement.
Yep.
I was right.
I could have that dress on the floor in two seconds flat.
But I might just take my time.
I press a button on my desk. Instantly, the door locks with a loud click and the windows along the wall separating my office from the rest of our workforce turn opaque.
‘Is that yoursexy timessetting?’ Lotta asks. She drapes herself across the sofa on her stomach, her heels waving in the air, ankles elegantly crossed and face turned back towards me so she can bat her eyelids at me. ‘Use it a lot?’
‘It’s usually myI have to bollock someonesetting,’ I tell her, taking a couple of steps towards her. The curve of her arse, the dip of her lower back, looks so enticing right now.
‘You can bollock me any time,’ she tells me with a coquettish smile, and I’m instantly assaulted by the visual of being balls-deep in this one as she grinds her face into the sofa cushions in her efforts to accommodate me.
I stand next to her and bend, fondling the zipper at the hem of her dress, because of course I’m going to start at the business end.
