Reckless (Irresistible 6)

One that ended with me adjusting my fully hard dick under my sweats just ten feet from where my assistant lay asleep.

Or fake-asleep.

Whatever it was she was doing.

I’d come out of the bathroom last night to see AJ completely hidden in the sheets, wrapped like a cocoon with only a few locks of dark hair peeking out from under the comforter. But her feet were still moving here and there and I could hear her breathing patterns, which weren’t the actually-asleep breathing patterns I knew well from basically a thousand flights and layovers in which she’d dozed off right next to me.

If I had to guess, she was awake for at least twenty minutes after I got out of the bathroom last night, and as annoying as I found it when she pretended to be passed out—which

was often, given how often I emailed her past work hours—I was half-grateful she’d pulled that stunt on me last night.

Because talking to her about jerking off wasn’t exactly a breeze for me either.

Especially not when her eyes got all big like that. Her cheeks all pink.

I’d witnessed a lot of AJ’s expressions—in fact, I was sure I knew them all. But I was clearly wrong, because I’d never seen that look from last night. Just that second of reluctant lip biting had been enough to make my dick stir, but then she started squirming under those sheets. It was subtle, but it was just enough for me to notice.

And just enough to have me willing down a hard-on for the rest of the night. Though needless to say, my dick won that battle.

Thankfully, of course, that was doing nothing to hinder my performance today.

“Well, in case it didn’t come across, I have to say we’re certainly impressed with everything you put together today.”

The grinning praise came from Ben, Knox’s older brother and one of three men in the team of advisers who were clearly pushing him to hire a real damned agent already. They had both spoken on his behalf all meeting while Knox grunted here and there with a disinterest that remained even now at the end of the presentation—which was fine.

Because if we’d swayed the brother, we’d won half the battle.

“Adam. We’ll be in touch soon,” Ben said as we all got up from our seats in the rented conference room and did the obligatory round of handshakes and goodbyes.

And before long, the room was cleared out. Our financial advisor Craig was still lingering out side the door with Ben, but aside from them, it was just me and AJ as we gathered the files off the table.

Shamelessly, I watched her as I did this.

She was wearing what she had on by the time I got back from the hotel gym this morning: a navy blazer and pants with a white shirt buttoned nearly to the collar—her way of warding off unnecessary attention at the office.

It usually worked.

Of course, it wasn’t doing shit on me today, since my brain was back to thinking about what I hadn’t let myself think of last night—her palms pulsing on my chest. Her full, fucking perfect tits barely contained in that paper-thin lingerie.

Christ.

I’d successfully forced the image away for most of last night while we were watching TV, and though it had come briefly back in the bathroom—after I witnessed the closest thing to a fuck-me face as I’d ever seen on AJ—I had ultimately kept the thought of her knockout curves wrangled, because there was something entirely too fucked about getting hard off the thought of your half-naked assistant while she slept innocently in the same room.

But we were both fully conscious now, so I let myself have it, running my eyes over her and trying not to smirk because while she’d had her game face on throughout the meeting—staying doggedly on top of the discussion, anticipating Knox’s questions and flipping to the exact page of research for my every point, just in case I needed backup—I could see now that it had all been her trusty poker face.

Because with the room about empty now, she was already breathing faster. I could see it in the rise and fall of her chest. She looked completely worked up, and given it could’ve been one of a handful of things bothering her, I broke the silence by asking, “What’s on your mind right now?”

She glanced at me before swiping the last few printouts off the table. “Being petty,” she finally said without looking up.

I raised my eyebrows, studying her for a second before dropping my gaze to her phone, which was actively lighting up with new texts. I didn’t need to look too hard to know who they were from.

“What’s he been saying?” I asked.

AJ

Once upon a time, I had actual nightmares about my boss being able to read my personal texts.

And yet now here I was, voluntarily handing Adam my phone, giving him a VIP, first-look tour of my shitshow personal life, all because I simply couldn’t think anymore.