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She’s hesitant, but his soothing touch and praise lure her in and ensnare me, too.
They start slow, his lips grazing over her clothes until he gently undresses her, lays her down on his desk, and holds her legs wide open.
“Look how pretty you are,” he groans and lowers his lips to her pussy as I hold my breath.
Her moan rolls through me as she becomes lost in the pleasure he gives her, not even with his cock, but with his lips and tongue. It’s something I’ve never experienced, but based on how her back arches, her legs shake, the tendrils of her hair snake across the table as she moans…
I have no idea what he’s doing, but as I squirm on my bed, all I can think about is how it would feel to havethat.To feel whatshe’s feeling. To have a big man take care of me, to makemypleasure the priority.
How it would feel if Mr. Brooks… oh, God, no.
I slam my laptop shut and crawl back.
Oh, I’m screwed.
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Ishouldn’t have done what I did. I shouldn’t have watched the same video Mr. Brooks was clearly interested in. It feels wrong and dirty, and now I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. Even now, as I try my best to focus on the meeting, I keep replaying the scene I saw. But in my mind, it is me and Mr. Brooks.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The pen I hold does nothing but linger above the empty paper. I should be taking notes, but I can’t seem to hear anything they are saying. All I hear is my own heartbeat. I sense Mr. Brooks shifting against me, and my focus scatters all over again. He’s so close, so warm. Why is he sitting right next to me?
Come on, Grace, focus. Earn the promotion you’re given!
A warm hand takes mine and my gaze flicks up, meeting Mr. Brooks’s. “Grace?”
“Y–yes?” I say, and his hand drops to my chair, gripping the side and hauling it toward him. A loud screech fills the room, and deadly silence follows.
My body tenses as my chair nudges against his and my eyes drift around the room. Confused stares burn my skin, but no one says anything.
No, no, no. I feel myself going neon as heat rushes to my cheeks.
Mr. Brooks’s masculine scent invades me, and somehow, it calms me slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asks with a soft smile.
I nod. “Of course,” I say, and his gaze drops to my notebook. A brow lifts, as does his gaze. He tilts his head slightly as if he can see right through me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Never apologize to me,” he says sternly. His words confuse me, but all I do is nod.
“I won’t again, Mr. Brooks,” I say.
“Daniel,” he corrects, and I take a deep breath, letting him lead to wherever he’s taking this.
“Daniel,” I repeat, and the way his name rolls over my tongue makes me want to say it again.
His soft smile crooks slightly. “Good girl,” he muses, and my lips part as my stomach swirls and my thighs clench together.
Oh, did I hear that right? No. No, he’s just… it’s fine.
I make myself focus, or try to, but Mr. Brooks moves a bit and his shoe brushes mine. It’s just a shoe! Why can’t I make anything work in my head today? I feel sick in a completely different way. My stomach is doing flips, my whole body is burning up, and I can’t linger on any thought for too long. I’m losing my mind.
It’s the most useless meeting of my life and for some reason, when everyone else files out, I can’t make myself stand. My legs feel like they’re vibrating, unreliable, and weak.
“Are you okay?” Daniel asks seriously when we’re alone.
