Mr. Hot Boss To Go (A Forbidden Romance)

6

Rowan

The knock at my office door came exactly at 7 a.m. Perfect, Natalie’s here and we’re ready to go. She pokes her head in, smiling.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a sugar substitute dealer,” she says cheekily.

I chuckle. “I think I might know where you can get some.”

Then, the woman enters and to my surprise, she has a plate of muffins with her, which she slides across my desk.

“Well, I’m glad you have a supply because I used all my contraband to make these,” she winks at me. “I got up early to bake them, so they’re fresh from the oven.”

I grin.

“Okay, these better not be poisoned.”

“What? Nooooo,” she says playfully. “I’d never do such a thing. Bwahaha. How can you even think that?”

Then, she sat and my breath catches because she looks absolutely gorgeous this morning. Her generous cleavage is emphasized in a red blouse, and is that skirt even shorter than the one she was wearing yesterday? It seems impossible to believe, but when she lifts a leg to cross it, my mouth goes dry at the flash of white thigh. My hands itch to touch her, but I force myself to stay in my seat.

Natalie merely winks again.

“Eat one,” she says, pointing to the muffins. “I labored long and hard over them.”

“Oh, was baking hard this morning?” I ask with a smirk.

“Yeah, so hard. You wouldn’t believe how hard,” she smiles mischievously. “You’d be astonished, Mr. Crane.”

I fix her with a look.

“I’m going to eat this muffin and then we’re having a conversation.”

“I thought we were already having a conversation,” Natalie sasses back.

She was so full of spunk this morning, and I dug it. Whatever was going on right now was so flirtatious and fun that it was making me forget my own name.

I took a bite of her muffin before chewing slowly. The imitation sugar wasn’t terrible actually. I was expecting a chemical taste that would make my teeth hurt, but it was bearable.

“What do you think?” she chirps expectantly.

“Well, in my opinion it’s better to eat real sugar,” I growl. “I like eating real things.”

“Oh, you do?” Natalie giggles, raising her eyebrows as she uncrosses her legs before re-crossing them.

She was playing with me Basic Instinct-style! Holy shit, I’d unleashed a beast and there was no way I wasn’t going to take her for a test drive. I leaned over my desk and watched her legs intently and she obliged by replaying her leg crossing scene for me.

“Do you always wear skirts like that to work?” I growl, unable to tear my gaze from the dark shadow at her crotch.

“Nope,” she says in a sunny voice. “Usually I’m in pant suits actually.”

“But you wore a skirt for me today?” I asked, feeling the arousal rising in my chest. The pretty blonde smirks once more.

“You seemed to like the one I had on yesterday.”

“So you did wear it for me?” I growl while moving to the other side of the desk and standing over Natalie. Looming over her small form, I saw red creep onto her cheeks.

“Yes,” she admits in a whisper. Her hands trembled as she held onto the edge of the chair, shaky from my proximity.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I say while holding out my hand towards the beautiful blonde. She hesitated for a moment but then seized my fingers, and I pulled her up before leading her to the couch area on the other side of my office. “Sit,” I ordered, pointing at the soft cushions. She hesitated a moment, but then sat and pressed her thighs together. She had on adorable heels that looked like a cross between stilettos and Mary Jane shoes. Innocent yet sexy at once.

“So why did you ask me here?” Natalie murmurs in a low voice, looking up at me from beneath her lashes.

I take a seat on the couch next to her, and inhale deeply. Here goes.

“Well, I’d planned on apologizing for my behavior and telling you it would never happen again. But, change of plans. I’m not going to do that.”

“You’re not?” she asks, genuinely puzzled.

“No, because your outfit here has made me crazy, honey. Or maybe it’s the banana nut muffins. I don’t know, but I’m going to behave badly again today,” I rasp before getting down on the floor before her to press those white thighs apart. “Are you okay with me doing this?”

She looks at me with wide eyes and hesitates for a moment, but then one word escapes her lips and it’s the sweetest, “Yes.”

I growl with arousal.

“Do you have panties on today?”

“No,” she flushed even pinker than she had been.

My cock jerks at the admission, already beginning to drip.

“Miss Miller,” I rasp. “If I didn’t know better I would think you’re trying to seduce me.”

She laughs, showing off those pearly whites, and I felt like I’d won the lottery right then and there. Her smile brightened the whole room. I couldn’t take another minute of not having her and gently lowered my head to kiss her knee. Then, I kissed up her left inner thigh and then down the other side.