Page 34 of Doctor Bossy

As the footsteps faded in the distance, the world finally came back to me. And so did the realization that I was currently leaning against Graham’s table, unsure whether or not my feet would hold me up after the man had just given me one of the best orgasms of my life. His back was still turned to me, and even as my mind panicked, dreading what was to come, I couldn’t help but admire the way his frame filled out. I could still remember the feel of his sculpted abs under my fingertips. God, the man had a divine body, something that was made for Greek gods.

Stop thinking about that, I cautioned myself. Thinking about that was what got you into so much trouble the first time.

And I knew for sure I was screwed. I was already half sure he was going to fire me after I messed up the samples, but now I knew he was going to fire me after I…came all over his face.

Although he had certainly seemed to enjoy it at the time.

Unbidden, the image of him popped up, his eyes intense and nearly crazed with need, his tongue snaking around inside my pussy with extraordinary skill, and his hand grasping my legs, holding me still and steady for his onslaught.

I had never had anything even close to that, much less orgasmed like that. Never had a man gone down on me with such dedication, such attention, as if my pleasure was the most important thing to him. The few times James gave me head, he always acted as though he was doing me a favor.

But Griffin…he ate me out like a man who savored the experience, who would rather have me on his mouth than to breathe.

A shiver ran through me.

I don’t regret it, I thought.No matter what happens after this, I don’t regret it.

Griffin turned around so abruptly that I nearly squeaked, my spine going ramrod straight. He held himself still with a conflicted expression on his face. It was a combination of anger at himself and something else—the confused acknowledgment of what had happened here.

Because it wasn’t just sex. I knew that, and he must know it too.

His eyes met mine, and neither of us said anything for some time. It was like talking would be the final nail in the coffin, the acceptance that something hazardous had occurred. Both of us would then need to face the repercussions of the act, but it seemed none of us was ready for that yet.

I waited for the hammer to fall, but he seemed to have nothing to say to me.

This is your chance, I thought.Maybe you still have a few hours before he realizes he hasn’t fired you. You can still make things right.

“I…um,” I said before he could say anything. “I’m going to get back to work now.”

Easier said than done.

I maintained a death grip on the desk until I got to my feet, then supported myself with the walls as I inched toward the door. My legs were still humiliatingly shaky, but that was the least of my concerns right now. I had to leave before Griffin finally woke up and realized what was happening.

I thought about him asking me to stop and firing me on the spot, and that made me move faster before he could realize that was what he was supposed to do. I knew I screwed up, but if he fired me, I couldn’t help make it better.

When I successfully made it to the door, and he had said nothing yet, I breathed a sigh of relief. I opened the door and hurriedly exited before closing the door again and leaning back against it.

Finally, I took a deep breath.

God.

That was the most insane thing I had ever done in my entire life.

I couldn’t believe it. If anyone had told me I would be in this position, with my ex-fiancé’s father offering me cunnilingus on his desk, I would have called them a liar. But here I was, legs still weak from the act and body trembling from the memory.

But I had never felt like that, ever. No man had ever given me that before. And, as I had started to fear, maybe no one would ever give me that again.

Enough of that, I cautioned myself as I made my way back to the lab.Time to get back to work and try to fix my screw-up.

I noticed the shock on Leila’s face when I entered the lab.

“You’re still here?” she blurted out, freezing in the act of writing down something on her notepad.

“Yeah, um…Dr. Griffin wanted me to finish out the day first,” I said.

Leila frowned deeply, her expression doubtful. I supposed it was a sign of how highly unusual it was that I was still around. I knew from what Marco told me that Griffin had fired techs for far less, and they were usually out the door a few minutes after their mistake came to light. It would be difficult for Griffin to let me stay, and if I somehow managed to do that, there would always be the shadow of favoritism hanging over me.

Yet, selfishly, I wanted to stay.

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