Page 26 of Bossy Surprise Baby

“What are you doing?” It was her turn to ask the question, although her tone was far more tremulous and shocked.

I ignored her, walking to the long three-seater at the other end of the office. The makeshift office Keith arranged for me was small and sparsely decorated with a desk, chair, and a couch at the other end of the room. But that was good. I’d always hated offices that were packed with crap.

I sat down and placed her on my lap. She stiffened, her eyes widened, and she put her hand out against my chest. Her face turned so red that you would have thought I just leaned forward and planted a kiss on her.

You could do that.Temptation trembled in my gut. She wouldn’t stop you.

“People can see us,” she hissed, her eyes darting toward the window. The only modern thing in the room was a ceiling-to-floor window overlooking the parking lot that was relatively quiet. And it was quite telling that her only protest to me holding her like this was other people seeing us.

“No one’s there,” I said.

“Yeah, for now, but someone could pass by, and if they see us like this….” She gestured to the space between our bodies. “Oh, you have no idea the talk and gossip this would cause.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said. It had been a long time since I cared what people thought about me, and I wasn’t about to start now. Instead, I focused on her bandaged ankle, brushing my hand over it and applying increasing pressure.

She winced. “Ouch, that hurts.”

“That’s because it’s not healed. Why are you walking on this?” It didn’t even look like she’d changed the bandage since it was put on. I began pulling it off, unraveling it quickly so I could see the severity of the damage.

“It’s just a sprain,” she tried to explain dismissively. “I already took the days off you gave me, and I can’t take anymore. It’s fine.”

“I decide whether or not you can take days off. I’m your boss, remember?” The skin at her ankle now looked pink, and the swelling had only gone down a little from the last time I saw it, which meant she had strained the sprain again.

“Stop wiggling,” I told her because it was getting me excited. “Any doctor will tell you that you’re not supposed to move around for at least a week.”

“Well, I guess my doctor was different.” She was avoiding my gaze and had that little tic in her voice. I glanced up at her, and her expression told me what I needed to know.

“You didn’t go to the doctor, did you?”

“Yes, I did,” she said a little too quickly and then yelped when I yanked her closer.

“You know, for someone who likes to lie a lot, you sure are shit at it.”

She blushed and then rolled her eyes. She still looked away when she spoke, but that could also be because of how close I was. I was so close that my mind was flooding with her soft and sweet scent, and all I wanted to do was kiss her. All over her body. Right before I fucked her.

“Fine, I didn’t see a doctor,” she said petulantly.

“Why not?”

She shrugged. “Well, I didn’t see a reason to. It’s just a sprain, as you said, and I don’t want to go to urgent care and pay a ton of money just for them to tell me a bunch of things I already know.”

“Don’t you have insurance?”

“None that covers this,” she said. “Bryan, the previous owner, didn’t believe in getting expensive insurance, so our insurance doesn’t cover much more than a flu shot. And I can’t afford to get private insurance for…you know, obvious reasons.”

Her parents. I knew that was why, and it was probably why she insisted on coming to work when she was injured too. She sacrificed herself for them. I couldn’t tell if I admired her for that or if it pissed me off.

Then again, I never had parents, so I didn’t know if this was normal or not.

I analyzed her ankles using the little medical knowledge I knew to massage them. She bit off a moan when I did, and although my body knew it was due to the discomfort and pain, my mind had no problem attributing that sound to sex. Because it was very similar to the sound she’d made when I entered her, and she’d bit her lip then, too, hard enough to draw blood. I’d leaned down and drawn her lower lip out of her mouth, sucking it into mine as I felt her wetness sucking me in, scouring my mind with desire.

Fuck, I needed to forget about that night. But it was hard being this close to her when all I wanted to do was throw her down on the couch and have a repeat tasting.

From the way she held herself carefully still, I knew she could feel my cock under her lap. I saw a hint of lust in her eyes as she glanced at me. Then, she bit her lip again, and the desire rushed through my brain, stealing my thoughts.

I was finding it very difficult to remember why I shouldn’t kiss her right now.

“I thought you worked as a basketball coach,” I said, remembering her mentioning it in the car.

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