The Boss Project

I slid open my desk drawer. Sure enough, there was a key ring with a single key. He’d placed it right next to my turquoise sea glass. I took it out and dangled it in my fingers. “That was very presumptuous of you.”

“I prefer to call it confidence.”

As tempting as it was, I didn’t think it was smart to start sneaking away in the middle of the workday. “Not sure that’s a good idea, Merrick.”

“It’s probably not, but…” He was quiet for about ten seconds before speaking softly. “I fucking miss you.”

His voice was so tender and vulnerable, it obliterated my willpower on the spot. “Don’t leave your office for five minutes. I don’t want anyone to see us going together.”

I heard the smile in his voice. “Yes, ma’am.”

A rush of adrenaline hit before I even swiped the phone off. I folded the key into the palm of my hand and decided not to take my purse or anything with me in order to look as casual as possible. Halfway out of my office, I had a brilliant idea. So I turned back and swiped something from the corner of my desk with a smile.

Might as well make it memorable.

• • •

Merrick took a few steps into his apartment and froze. “Holy fuck.”

The last two minutes of standing in his living room wearing nothing but Cherry Stained lipstick and my high heels had started to make me question whether I’d lost my mind. But the answer was clear the minute I got a look at Merrick’s face. He was the one losing his mind at the moment. He licked his lips and stared as he took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the floor.

“Fifteen minutes is not going to be enough.” He shook his head and yanked at the knot of his tie while his eyes raked up and down my body. “I might need fifteen days.”

I tilted my head coyly. “Well, fifteen minutes is all we have, so we’re going to have to do it my way.”

The slow grin that spread across Merrick’s face gave me goosebumps, even from ten feet away. “Any way you want, sweetheart.”

I curled a finger at him. “Come here. No touching.”

“No fucking way I can promise you no touching…”

“You’re wasting time, bossman.”

His eyes sparkled as he walked over and stood toe-to-toe with me. Merrick was always an imposing figure, but this stance was a power move. He was fully dressed and looking down, while I was naked and had to tilt my head back to see him. But I had a power move of my own up my nonexistent sleeve.

I dropped to my knees.

Merrick bent his head back and mumbled a string of curses as I unzipped his slacks. The sound of his buckle clanking open and the zipper teeth coming apart had me salivating. By the time I yanked his pants to the floor, I couldn’t wait any longer. He was hard and ready.

I licked my red lips and opened, sucking in the wide crown of his smooth cock.

“Fuck…” Merrick growled. “Take it. Take it all, Evie.”

He dug his hands into my hair and wrapped clumps of it around his fists, giving a hard tug as I ran my tongue along the underside. The soft nip of pain made me wild.

Looking up, I tilted my head back to give him a better view from above. Then I bobbed my head up and down, taking him farther and farther with each thrust forward.

“Jesus Christ, keep doing that,” he growled. “Suck harder. Take more.”

The desperation in his voice had me so turned on. I could feel him trying to restrain himself, in his touch and the shake of his words. That made me want to break that last bit of self-control he was trying to hold on to. I looked back up, and the image of such a powerful man, still dressed in his custom-made shirt and tie, looking so out of his mind with carnal desire, made me crazy.

He swelled in my mouth, growing impossibly thicker as I worked my tongue over the bulging veins and opened my jaw still wider. I started to jerk him with one hand while I pushed past the spot in my throat that wasn’t always easy. When he slipped in deeper, his grip on my head tightened, and I felt his body shake as the switch flipped from getting head to taking it. Merrick began fucking my mouth.

He held my head in place while he took over, pumping in and out, grumbling curses with every thrust in.

“I’m going to come… Evie.”

His grip in my hair loosened, giving me a chance to pull away if I wanted to, but I wanted it as much as he did. So I answered by taking him as deep as I could.