Page 60 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

Chapter Sixteen

Monday morning I walked into the office, and right off the bat, it began as a busy, hectic week. Kristoff was working on a big deal, and it was due to close by Friday. I could tell he was tense but my sixth sense told me it wasn’t because of the deal he was about to close. He was calm and knew exactly what he needed and what he was doing when it came to business.

Occasionally, I would catch him watching me with a frown on his face, and it took all my strength not to feel paranoid about it. One minute, he would sneak in a kiss, and the next minute, he looked at me with a guarded look and frowning. And it kept repeating, which started to worry me. He would run hot and then cold. It started to make me uneasy not knowing what mood I’d find him in.

What if he was sick and tired of me? What if he no longer wanted me? I’d pushed my thoughts aside, telling myself that my long-term goal wasn't to have a relationship with him. My body was probably just going through a hormonal stage that was skipped during my teenage years. But other parts of me recognized the signs. I was falling for him. I just had to keep it separated from everything else. But the thought of rejection still stung more than it should.

By Wednesday evening, we were in pretty good shape to get his deal completed. I worked up several financial scenarios for him, so he could do his own analysis and decide the best way to move negotiations to his favor.

It was past seven in the evening, and I walked into his office with his latest analysis. He had our dinner delivered, and I sat at his little conference table with my papers waiting for him to join me. He was standing by his large executive desk, talking on the phone with someone, and I felt sorry for whoever was on the other end because he was ripping into them.

He was in his signature suit; although, he had removed his jacket and his tie, leaving him in the expensive white button down shirt with his top button undone. He seemed always casual but still ridiculously striking. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. Damn, the man was sexy and gorgeous.

I looked down his body and wondered if he would speed up the call if I went over there and started unbuttoning his pants. My heartbeat sped up, and I felt a familiar ache between my legs. This man really made me crave sex. I never felt this way before; all too often being referred to as frigid or told that I was holding back too much. And here I was, visually undressing my boss. Not even caring about the fact that he was my boss.

I looked back up his body… and busted! Kristoff caught me gawking at him. Heat rose up on my cheeks. I got caught eyeing him!

“Fix that, Mike, by tomorrow! Ten a.m.!” Kristoff said sharply into the phone and ended the conversation with a click.

“Everything ok?” I asked.

“It will be tomorrow,” Kristoff answered and I could tell by his tone, he would not elaborate. He strolled toward me, his intense gaze never leaving mine.

“Gemma?” He searched my face when he stopped right in front of me. Licking my lips, I waited for him to continue.

Leaning into me, his lips brushed against mine as he whispered, “What was going through that beautiful head of yours?”

Pressing my thighs together, I bit my lip. I could feel my face getting hot. No way I was going to admit what I was just fantasizing about.

But my traitorous eyes looked him up and down once more, lingering a bit longer at his groin area, before I lied, “Nothing.”

There is no way I’d admit to daydreaming about taking his cock into my mouth.

His eyes blazed, but he chuckled and changed the topic.

“Let me see those papers you brought,” he answered instead. We went back to his chair and sat down.

“Shouldn’t you eat first?” I asked as I followed him with the papers to his desk. “I heard you get cranky when you are hungry. And I’d like to clear before your crankiness starts.”

He laughed and I loved the sound of it. I came in front of his desk, and he pulled me closer. I put the papers in front of him and bent over just slightly.

When did I become a tease?

His hands came to my hips, pulling me into his lap. With his hard cock pressed against my butt, I gasped. Like I hadn’t already been fantasizing about him, his erection only increased my desire. I didn’t know when I became this wanton, probably the moment I met this man, but I wanted him badly. I wanted him too much. I never knew it was possible to want someone that much. I wiggled on his lap, enjoying the sharp exhale he let out, but loving the laugh that followed it even more.

“You little minx,” he chuckled, pressing me further onto him.

“You should laugh more,” I said.

“With you, I will.” His hot breath was in my ear. “Now, tell me what you were thinking about when I was on the phone?”

“No,” I answered stubbornly. And then I moved my butt on the top of his shaft.

He gently bit my earlobe. “Do that again, and I’ll strip you right now and bend you over my desk. Now tell me what were you thinking about?”

“Nope.” I shook my head. Turning to look at him, I added, “Maybe you should spank me to get it out of me.” My face flushed at the thought.

I leaned back to kiss him but before my lips touched his, he added, “I’ll give you million dollars. Today. Tell me what you were thinking?”

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