I’m exhausted. Not just tired, no, I’m beyond that. Hurrying into the office I’m not surprised that I’m the first person here. For a law firm, it doesn’t seem like anyone really makes a point to be punctual around here.

Pulling out my side drawer, I let my purse drop inside and close it. I power on my computer and begin to straighten my desk, since I didn’t get a chance to do that last night and didn’t really care too much.

The front door opens, just as I’m finishing with my desk and my stomach drops as soon as my eyes land on the man who is walking through. It’s my boss, Jordan Walker. His eyes drop down to my chest, before they lift up to my face.

“Good morning, Kinsley,” he practically purrs.

I know he’s trying to be sexy, but it’s just plain creepy. I have zero attraction to him, and even if I did, Heath has my body completely sated and worn the hell out. I couldn’t act on anything right now, even if I wanted to.

“Morning Mr. Walker,” I state, shifting my gaze to my computer as I log into the email system.

My back stiffens when I feel him walk around my desk and come up behind me. His fingers graze my shoulder and I hold back the shiver of uncomfortable disgust. Then his lips are at my ear before I have time to get away.

“Tonight, I’m taking you to dinner,” he murmurs.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. Walker but I’m seeing someone.”

He clears his throat but doesn’t move away from me. His hand slides down my arm wraps around my ribcage, so high that my breasts touch his forearm. I feel completely trapped and I start to panic.

“Even better,” he chuckles. “My wife likes to watch. We’ll all have some fun, Kinsley.”

Only after he’s completely freaked me out, does he finally leave me alone. “I’m too tired for this shit,” I mutter to myself.

I try to put the gross, and awkward conversation out of my head. I need a new job and I need it like yesterday. Why my boss would think that propositioning me this way was not only appropriate, but desired, I have no freaking clue. No way in hell is anything he’s said ever going to happen.

Hurrying through my work, I try to stay busy the rest of the day. For lunch, I rush out of the office as quickly as I can and hide at the deli down the street for the entire hour.

Reluctantly I go back and wonder how I’m going to slip out for the evening, without being cornered again. I’ve already successfully been able to stay at my desk the entire day, but I’m not sure how much longer my luck is going to last.

“Bye, Kinsley,” one of the other secretary’s calls out as she walks by my desk what feels like minutes later.

Glancing at my computer I see that it’s five o’clock. I quickly go about shutting everything down, and then grab my purse from the bottom of my drawer before I push away from my desk. I quietly attempt to make my way toward the front door.

When I make my way outside, I let out a sigh of relief. I practically sprint toward my car and lock myself inside as quickly as I can before starting my engine, then I head home.

It doesn’t take me long to drive toward my house, and once I’m safely parked in my garage, I take a deep cleansing breath to try and relax myself.

I need wine tonight.

A hot bath, and wine.

I see her headlights flash through my window as she turns into her driveway. She’s going to have quite the surprise when she walks into her empty house tonight. I moved everything over to my place while she was at work, not that she had much.

The only big pieces of furniture she had was a bed, and a small sofa. The bed and sofa I moved into my empty spare room, along with the small television she had. Her clothes and shit I made space for in my closet and have already hung them up.

I wasn’t fucking around when I said she was moving in with me. She’ll discover quickly that once my mind is made up, once a decision has been made, its pretty fucking hard to change it.

I wait by the front door, knowing she’ll be marching over here soon. Taking a pull from my beer, I smirk when my motion detectors turn on as she storms up my driveway. Her little fist bangs on my door and I’m unable to stop my chuckle. Turning the handle, I open it and look down at her.

Kinsley’s little turned up nose lifts as her head falls back. “Where are all of my things?” she seethes.

Slipping my hand around her waist I tug her into the house, slamming the door behind her. Backing her up against the closed door, I lower my head, running my nose alongside hers.

Hovering my lips directly above hers I don’t kiss her before I speak. “Kinsley, I wasn’t fucking around when I said you were moving in with me. I called Tina, and she has someone that can move in next week. You’re not going back there, again. This is where you belong,” I rasp.

Her breath pants, her chest rising and falling and all I can think about is tugging her top down and taking her luscious tits in my mouth. Maybe even sliding my cock between them. Dinner is cooking, but I’m not hungry for it anymore, all I want to do is fuck her, every single part of her.

“You shouldn’t have done that without my knowledge,” she breathes.

I shrug. It’s all the same to me. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did, and it’s over now. Leaning forward I press my lips against hers, finally tasting her sweetness. Kinsley’s mouth opens, allowing me inside of her, and I take from her mouth. My tongue fucks her, as my hips jerk, my cock wishing to fuck her the way my tongue is right now.

“You hungry, Sugar?” I rasp, my lips trailing down her neck to the top of her chest.

She giggles, her tits bouncing, and I reach down to my cock and give it a squeeze above my jeans. “Oh yeah, I’m hungry,” she moans.

Fuck.

“For food or my cock, first?” I grunt, pressing my hips against her belly.

She hums, one of her hands sliding up to the back of my neck. “Feed me food so I have the energy and strength for the rest,” she whimpers.

“We’ll eat fast, it’s ready,” I growl, taking a step back. I take her hand in mine again and tug her toward the table.

It isn’t set tonight, and it probably won’t be ever again, unless she does it. Kinsley sits down, her eyes lingering on my chest, then cock, before I turn around and hurry toward the kitchen. I hope she can shovel this pasta in her mouth quickly because I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold off being inside of her.