“Was she bratty for you?”
“No. More playful. Mischievous. I think she saves most of the brattiness for you.”
I can be okay with that.
“Are you looking forward to watching me tame our pretty little brat?”
He groans and presses harder into my hand.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I’ll admit that calling herourlittle brat causes another surge of lust to go through me as well. “I can’t wait to watch the two of you together, too,” I tell him. “And to finally have this cock myself. Will she like watching us?”
“I think Miss Finley will be up for almost anything.”
“Excellent.” I kiss and stroke him harder. “I want to get you off,” I say against his mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he moans. “Please.”
“Undo your pants.”
He reaches between us and fumbles with his belt, then the button and zipper of his pants. I slip my hand inside and along his bare shaft.
We both groan. I squeeze and he whimpers against my mouth.
I grip him. I want to make him come. “Fuck, we shouldn’t do this here.”
“Bastard, you started it.”
I stroke up and down his cock, wanting to make him explode all over my hand. “You should go get Finley. Take her into the executive bathroom. Make her finish you off.” God, I want to be the one that makes him desperate, then satisfies him. I also want to work him up, then watch him fuck Finley’s mouth. But we can’t do this. It’s too risky. For now.
“Finley gets all of my cum?”
I pull back. Yes, Evan has definitely found some confidence. Or maybe this is frustration.
“For now. But soon enough it will all be mine. She’s temporary. Don’t forget that.”
He gives me a satisfied smirk. “So youarea little jealous.”
I squeeze him again and then pull my hand from his pants. I don’t answer his comment directly, but I say, “You can play around with our pretty paralegal all you want. But at the end of all of this, you’re mine.”
His eyes are hot as he re-zips and buttons.
I can’t resist, and I pull him in for another hot kiss.
Just as my office door opens and I hear, “Christopher, I—Oh my God!”
We jerk apart, but it’s too late. Mary Grace is standing in my doorway.
My office door has a lock on it.
That does absolutely no good if I don’t remember to turn the fucking thing.
I no longer have my hand on Evan’s pants, and he is fully zipped up, but she definitely caught us kissing.
There’s no other explanation for what she just saw.
“Mary Grace,” I start. Though I have no idea what I’m actually going to say.
“What thehellis going on?” she demands, her voice a shrill octave higher than usual.
