She’d look up at me with those chocolate eyes wide and innocent. I’d pull her to her feet and strip her naked with such slowness that she’d be dripping wet. I’d make her wait while I drove her to the point of frenzied pleasure. By the time I touched her pussy, she’d melt around me. I’d take my time with her, take things slow so I didn’t scare her.

A woman like Emma deserved that. I knew how to tease until she’d climax so hard, she wouldn’t be able to stand.

My annoyance at her lack of punctuality turned into something else. Her stories about her grandma charmed me.

I imagined her laying there in bed, unable to sleep, and wishing for me to climb on top of her.

Maybe she dreamed of Derek or Samuel instead. She’d been enamored with Samuel yesterday, and Derek the day before. Had she laid there and fingered herself? Did she have a dildo? I imagined her pleasuring herself all alone, and it drove me wild with the need to give her a true release.

“If I hear Grandma say Neil’s name one more time, I might pull my hair out.” Emma grinned and crossed her arms on the desk. She leaned forward and her tits rested on her forearms.

God, I wanted to bury my face between them. My attraction to her was insane. I read her application last night and found out I was twenty years older than her. As far as firsts went, Emma was ticking off a lot of boxes.

What would someone her age think of getting tied up in bed and pleasured until they couldn’t remember their name? If she’d seen that one movie, she might know what to expect, but it wasn’t exactly a question brought up at work. It wasn’t the kind of question you asked for a long, long time.

“I won’t be late again.” Her sweet voice drove my fantasy deeper.

My cock throbbed painfully as I imagined wrapping my belt around her wrists and hooking it over the coat rack behind me. The height was perfect to stretch her taut. She deserved a good spanking for disobeying me. Her punishment for being late would get us both off. I’d only do it if she liked it. I’d never forced my kink on anyone in my life and I wouldn’t start now. But damn if her ass wouldn’t look perfect covered in my handprints.

Then, when she was good and ready, I’d feed her my cock and let her come all over me. My cock was so full and heavy that I prayed the alarm didn’t ring anytime soon. I’d never get to the truck in time with its weight holding me to the chair. Oh fuck. That was another one I’d love to explore. Me sitting in the chair while Emma rode my cock. Those glorious tits in my face while I pinch and squeeze her nipples.

She leaned further forward. The move tugged her shirt down, showing me a good deal of cleavage and even the lacy curve of a bright red bra. “I’m an excellent employee, Henry. I’ll prove that to you. Give me a chance. Don’t fire me for being late this one time.” Worry laced her tone. Her eyebrows knitted together. “Please let me keep this job. You won’t regret it.”

Good God. If she didn’t stop apologizing, I was going to forget all the reasons why I shouldn’t bend her over the desk right now. I’d show her exactly what I thought of her saying please. One night with me, and she’d learn thatpleasehad a whole new meaning.

“Get to work, Emma.” I barked the order at her. My voice made it clear I expected her to obey without question. I had to get her to stop tormenting me.

Her mouth opened with a pop and hurt ran across her face. She jerked back and her crossed arms slammed over her stomach. And still, I couldn’t shake the image of her bare body moving beneath mine.

If anything, her closed-off posture made it worse.

“You don’t have to talk to me like that.” The hurt I’d seen in her face bled over into her voice. Beneath that was a layer of steel. She stood and her hands fell to her sides.

I didn’t dare stand up. Not with my cock aching and bulging larger with every passing second. “No?” I laced my fingers together and set them on top of the desk. “You think you have a choice in how I talk to you?”

“Yes.” Without a moment of hesitation, she marched over to my desk and put her palms flat near mine. Her tits swung forward, right in my fucking line of sight.

The damned woman was going to kill me, and she didn’t have a clue. Her back-talking only made things worse. I thought of a dozen things I’d rather her mouth do. Those perfect pink lips would look amazing wrapped around my cock.

Her husky voice locked my attention on her lips. “I need this job, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you be mean to me.”

“I’m not being mean to you.” I flashed a dark smile. “You have no idea what being mean is.”

“I know you’re being an arrogant asshole. I apologize and tell you I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again, and you sit there staring at me like I’m worse than the ashes on the bottom of your shoes.” She leaned even closer. Much closer, and I was sure she’d topple right onto my desk.

Right where I’d put her if I had the chance. Why couldn’t I get her out of my head? I’d never been this hooked on someone after two days and one conversation.

Her words registered and I leaned into her space. “That wasn’t what I was doing. Don’t think for a second that you know what I’m thinking.”

I kept pushing. It was the only way to get her to back the hell off. Her constant needling was going to get us both in trouble. I had control of myself, but there was a certain point that I knew I was approaching.

If she kept challenging me, it would push me over the edge.

“So, what were you thinking then? If it wasn’t about firing me, what was it?” Her brown eyes held no realization of my intense attraction to her. She looked me over, her gaze assessing. Her breathing deepened.

That’s when I knew she liked standing up to me. She might be meek in other ways, but something about me turned her into this. Almost like she wanted me to turn on my dominant side and control her.

No. I was reading too much into the situation. I was taking what I wanted and making it fit the situation.