Page 17 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

Don’t.I scolded myself for thinking dirty thoughts. I couldn’t think about undressing her, about kissing her, or about tasting her again. Thinking about fucking her on my desk was the wrong thing to do. And yet, my mind ran away with me again.

I wanted to push up the skirt she was wearing, push her panties to the side, and bend her over my desk. I wanted to watch her round ass jiggle as I fucked her from behind. I had a perfect image of what that looked like pinned to my frontal lobe. I may have been drunk, but I hadn’t forgotten a single detail from that night.

“Thank you,” I said shortly and turned my attention to the file in front of me, even though I had already taken care of this particular document. I had effectively dismissed Danielle. Instead of turning around and walking away, making it easier for me to watch her ass move side to side as she walked and closed the door behind her, Danielle stayed. When I looked up at her again, her arms were folded over her chest, and she looked unhappy.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. She didn’t sound as upset as she looked.

I sighed and looked toward the full-length windows. It was easier not to make eye contact.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I started. “But what happened between us on Saturday night can never happen again.”

When I glanced at her, she was frowning. “I know it’s not standard procedure,” she started, but I shook my head until she stopped talking. I didn’t want to hear her reasoning. I didn’t want her to have the slightest chance of changing my mind.

“I am your boss, Danielle. You work for me. It’s not professional.”

“Do you have an office policy against it?” she asked.

I shook my head. I couldn’t lie about it. “No, but it’s the principle that counts. Besides, it’s about more than that. Your dad is my best friend. Your dad. And he’s an investor in the company. He puts money into my business. I have a business and a personal relationship with Mark. How do you think that comes across?”

“Comes across to whom?” Danielle asked. “No one knows about you and me, and it came across to me that you wanted me on Saturday night. It had nothing to do with business.”

She was right, but I couldn’t buckle on this.

“I know you want to argue with me about this, Danielle, but we can’t do it again. You understand, don’t you?”

Danielle nodded slowly. “I guess I do,” she said. She sounded a little deflated, but I was relieved to hear those words from her mouth. “If this is what you want, I won’t hold it against you, but I won’t forget it ever happened, and I won’t apologize for it. I don’t regret it at all, not one bit.”

I watched her as she delivered her speech, and her stubbornness was attractive, too. Dammit, was there nothing about this woman that would put me off? Through the open glass door, we both heard the phone on her desk ringing.

“I guess that’s my cue,” Danielle said, turning around.

She walked toward the door, and I watched her leave. I couldn’t help it. She might have told me that she understood, but she was doing nothing to be less seductive. She swayed her hips as she walked, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and as she turned to close the glass door behind her, she gave me a look that held smoldering desire.

Naturally, that made me want her more than anything. Fuck, I was in trouble.

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