Can't Fix Cupid

“Look, I get it. You want to mark your territory because you’ve been crushing on him secretly for a long ass time, right? Just waiting for him to notice you?” I ask, noting the way her face pinches and her eyes narrow on me, letting me know that I’m spot on. “The whole secretary being taken on the boss’s desk is an epic fantasy for sure,” I go on. “But you’re going to have to set your sights on someone else, because if anyone is going to be bent over his desk and getting fucked, it’s me.”

“Hmm. How perfectly dirty of you,” I hear a low, amused voice say behind me.

I startle and whirl around in surprise to see Warren striding towards me from his office. He walks right up to me and gathers me in his arms, placing a kiss on my lips that borders on inappropriate for the office. I guess when you’re the boss and owner, you can make out wherever you want.

When he finally releases me, I have to gasp a little to catch my breath from his onslaught. He grins at the effect he has on me. “I thought I heard your voice out here,” he says quietly, and he’s so damn handsome and suave that I almost forget that Ruby is staring daggers at me right now. “I just ordered lunch. Care to eat it with me in my office?”

I nod. “That sounds great.”

Warren looks over at Ruby. “Hold my calls.”

Ruby frowns and stands up, probably to show off the tight shirt and skirt that she’s sporting. I’m quite certain that three buttons undone on her blouse wasn’t by accident. “But, Mr. Knight, she doesn’t have an appointment, and—”

Warren cuts his gaze over to her. “Miss Valentine doesn’t need one, Ruby, as you were already informed,” he tells her coolly.

If it’s possible, Ruby blushes even more.

Warren gives her an unimpressed look before turning and leading me towards his office.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper to him. “She just has a crush on you.”

“She was petty and unprofessional,” Warren replies without lowering his voice at all. “I don’t tolerate that in my building.”

My nipples instantly pebble. I guess they like it when he goes all CEO-alpha.

Warren pulls me into his office and closes the door behind us. I open my mouth to ask about lunch, but my words don’t get a chance to come out before I’m shoved against the door, and Warren’s mouth swallows up any hope of talking.

His tongue forces its way between my lips, and he starts thrusting into me like he’s showing me what he wants to do with his dick.

It’s hot. So hot that I whimper and clutch at his suit jacket to pull him closer.

With him pinning me against the door, owning my mouth, I soon turn into a squirming bundle of nerves craving more.

But instead of giving it to me, Warren suddenly pulls away. “Strip.”

I have to blink at him several times while I try to process his words, because my libido seems to have overridden my verbal comprehension. “Huh?”

He drops his hands from my body and steps away. “You heard me, Miss Valentine,” he says, his voice husky and dominant. “I want you to strip.”

Damn, that’s sexy.

I gulp audibly, arousal swooping down my stomach.

My shaky fingers drop to the button on my jeans. I peel them down slowly, kicking them and my flats off, before reaching up to the hem of my t-shirt. Luckily, I’m careful enough that I don’t pull any feathers out as I toss the shirt at my feet.

Now I’m standing here wearing only my new black lace panties. I didn’t buy a bra in case the back strap aggravated my feathers. I’m trembling slightly, not because I’m scared, but because the anticipation mixed with the headiness of desire that he’s bloomed between us has me thrumming with nervous need.

Warren’s eyes fall to my bare breasts before dropping to my panties. “And the rest, darling,” he says quietly but firmly.

I slip my fingers beneath the straps and pull them down until they’re added to the pile of clothing at my feet.

Here I am, completely naked in Warren Knight’s office again, while he looks at me in that domineering way of his. Still fully dressed in his suit, I’m vulnerable and waiting and so damn horny. Just the way he wants me.

His dark orbs are intense, his perusal slow. I can’t help but shiver from the look in his eyes. “Very good,” he croons. “Now I want you on your knees under my desk, Trix.”

Hot damn.

Excitement thrums through me as I realize his intent of reenacting our first encounter together. I guess Ruby isn’t the only one with hot office fantasies.