Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

I force a smile, nodding my head as I walk toward my office and she follows me. Closing the door behind her, I curse the glass walls that gives everyone a view directly into my office. Sitting at my desk, I ask her to take a seat. She sits in front of me, purposely adjusting her collar which gives me a bird’s eye view to her tits. Fuck me dead. Just act professional, remember the glass windows and the fact that everyone can see into the office.

I quietly observe her, my pen dangling off my lip as she gazes at me with such innocence like she never sent me any picture at all.

“I meant what I said, you’re going to pay for what you did to me in there.”

She leans forward, sliding her cell in front of me. “Such a shame about the glass walls,” she says, looking back. “I was going to apologize in person, but we can’t have everyone knowing, now can we?”

My eyes are completely fixated on her tits, the lace barely covering her nipple. I tighten my thighs, trying to control my dick exploding in my pants.

“So, maybe this will help ease the situation.” She presses play on her cell, and my eyes are glued to the screen. Her hands are sliding down her thigh, across her black panties. Her back arches, and without any delay, she slides them inside her panties, rubbing her clit.

I have officially died and gone to heaven.

My pen has teeth marks where I’ve unknowingly bitten down, controlling my thirst to have her right here on my desk. She pulls the pen away from my mouth, leaning back against the chair and placing it in hers, biting down exactly where my mouth was.

“How hard is it for you to get out of that meeting this afternoon?” I say roughly. “I could pretty much fuck you all afternoon and night.”

“Apparently you can multitask,” she reminds me with a sly grin. “I have to go.”

I stand up quickly. “You can’t go,” I complain like a spoiled child. “It’s extremely cruel to leave a man this hard, not to mention unprofessional.”

“Oh,” she drags out with a pout. “Poor baby. I’m sure we can sort something out later.”

“I’m serious, Morgan. You can’t keep doing this to me, it’s unfair.”

Her expression changes, sympathizing with my predicament, and just when she’s about to talk, my office phone rings. “Excuse me for just one minute,” I ask, pressing speaker.

“Noah Mason,” I answer.

“Oh my God! You’re alive!” Kate barrels down the phone.

I pick up the receiver. “Yes, I’m alive, but kinda busy right now.”

“Workaholic,” she says. “So, listen, I’m flying to LA for work in a couple of days. There’s this wicked party happening that night. You’re going to be my plus one. I can’t be a loner. How else will I pick up?”

“Sure, just text me the details. Listen I have to go. I’ll see you then.”

“Oh, you’re a boring old sod,” she complains, then hangs up the phone.

Morgan is standing up, watching me. “Who was that?”

“Just a friend.”

“A friend? It sounded like a woman.”

Her tone catches me off guard. “What’s wrong with having a woman for a friend?”

“Because Noah Mason doesn’t come across as a guy who has women friends. Not unless, of course, there’s a hidden agenda.”

“You don’t know me. How could you assume that Kate is anything but a friend?”

“You’re right, I don’t know you, Noah. I guess I’m the ass for assuming? Or, I could be the intelligent one for figuring it out before I make a mistake.” She turns around and opens the door.

“Morgan,” I call her name.

Her heels tap against the wooden floor, avoiding my plea for her to stop. She repeatedly taps on the elevator button, and with the slight delay, it allows me to catch up to her.