Zoey
Four days. That’s how long I’ve been damned by the image of Easton watching me leave the festival without seeing him again. The picture is seared into my memory, haunting me in the shower, stirring me in the bed, preventing sleep. He’s all I see even when I try not to see him. He’s the only thought I can focus on, constantly replaying over and over.
That night gave me a new perspective. I completely understand why women throw themselves at him. He’s incredibly sexy with a personality that can switch from professional-sexy to laidback-sexy effortlessly. Business to entertaining with just a snap of a finger. Outgoing yet private. And he’s fun.
He’s the definition of a perfect man…at least on the outside.
Easton messaged me, asking for last month’s revenue report, and I’ve been waiting on Lauren from accounting to bring it. An hour ago, I called to find out what was taking her so long and she said it would be ready in twenty minutes. Now it’s late, past six o’clock and I’m still waiting.
In the kitchen, I wash my coffee mug and grab a cold water from the fridge. As I’m returning to my desk, the elevator chimes and Lauren comes rushing out with panic on her face. Her eyes are wide, her hair sitting high on top of her head with two pencils jammed into the rat’s nest.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she rushes. “AR transposed several of their entries. It’s all taken care of now.”
“Same person as last month?”
She drops her view to her feet.
This is part of my job I hate—being a tattletale, potentially putting the employee’s job in jeopardy. “Thank you,” I say.
After she leaves, I push open his office door and place the report in the middle of his desk so it’ll be the first thing he sees in the morning.
Out of my peripheral, there’s movement and a body shifts. I twist around with a yelp, jerking my hands up in a horrible attempt of self-defense.
Recognition kicks in. “You just scared the fuck out of me,” I exclaim.
Easton sits relaxed at the far end of the table with papers in his hand when he starts to laugh. “Miss Good Girl just dropped the f-bomb.”
My pulse is slamming against my temples, throbbing in my ears. “You startled me. When did you get here?”
“Ten minutes ago.”
“How’d you get past me?”
“You weren’t at your desk. I assumed you had left.”
I take a deep calming breath—in through my nose and out through my mouth—to settle my edgy nerves. I pick up the report and hold it up. “Here’s the revenue…” I trail off, caught off guard by how dark and fixated his gaze is as he approaches me.
It’s so intense, my skin prickles. I clear my throat, trying to relieve the tightness. “Lauren said the department has been having transposing issues with a certain employee,” I fumble, mentally freaking the hell out at his close proximity.
When he glances at the papers, I take another breath.
Instead of taking an easy step to the side to put the report back on his desk, he steps closer to me. One sway, one soft movement and I’ll be pressed against his body. I freeze. My heart is battering my chest under his predatory glare. My breath comes faster as I watch him watch me with dilated and dark eyes.
He bends, bringing his mouth closer to mine, but pauses. My body is on fire. My heart chaotic. My desire streaks through my body.
His nostrils flare. His jaw ticks. And then…a landslide of fervid arousal as he presses his lips on mine. His tongue glides across my lips and I part, allowing him to have it all. A groan vibrates from his throat as a strong hand rakes through my hair and draws me closer. I submit to all my fantasies and dig my fingers into his chest.
“I’ve wanted to taste these lips since the first day you walked into my office. You’re all I can fucking think about,” he whispers breathlessly, his words thick.
He slams back into my mouth, harder, more urgent and grips the side of my head, deepening the kiss.
My body limbers against his. I drag my hands across his ribs and cling onto his back. Our breaths are fast and I release a faint moan as he presses his body into mine, pushing his hips against me.
And it rocks me. My mind digs its heels in and I break the kiss. “I can’t. I can’t do this.”
I may be thinking it, but my body isn’t registering. I take back to his mouth, scraping my fingers through his hair.
“You won’t lose your job,” he mumbles impatiently and comes back for the kiss.
This time he’s full of fervor and more ardent.
My entire body reacts. My legs turn to rubber as fire lights up every cell in my body. He backs us up until my ass leans on his desk and he presses his hard…very hard dick into me. I suck in a breath. If I’m on the verge of an orgasm from a kiss, I can’t imagine…
The reality busts through my desire. “Easton…I can’t do this,” I choke out. “Not with you. You’ll throw me away.”
“You won’t be tossed.” He nips my bottom lip and it rolls my eyes. “Less thinking. More feeling,” he says roughly.
He drags his lips along my jawline and flicks his tongue across my earlobe before drawing it between his teeth. I dig my palms over his chest, up and around the back of his neck and grip it as if my life depended on it.
“I bet you’re wet for me.” Blazing dark green irises watch me as he slides his hand up my skirt and moves my panties to the side. The moment his fingers graze against my wet folds, I release a needy whimper.
His left brow quirks up. “So fucking wet. Fuck.” His lips graze across mine. “If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now,” he says against my skin.
I yank him to my mouth without protest. Every ounce of air is stolen from my lungs, and I gasp, breaking the kiss when he presses his fingers into me. I fist his shirt, rake my fingers over his shoulders, and scrape through his hair. I’m wild. Needing. Begging. Desperate.
He laves along my neck, driving his hand into me. A surge of heat consumes me, coursing through my limbs one by one.
“I’m…” I can’t finish as he drives deeper. I cling to him.
“You’re what, Zoey?” His tone is so damn hot with need mumbling against my neck.
Silky heat starts at my head and stings my skin to my toes. He pumps, circling my clit with his thumb, bringing me to unbearable heights. And then…
It’s a freefall. I mewl, rocking against his hand. He groans against my neck, thrusting his fingers into me. Gripping his shoulders, I bury my face into the crook of his neck and moan wildly.
I begin to slowly gathering my bearings, our breaths still erratic and heated as he kisses me tenderly. He straightens himself with a presumptuous smirk and then slowly sucks me off his fingers.
Arousing as it may be, gravity is a bitch and it slams me back to earth. “Oh my God.” I hide my face in my hands, scrambling to my feet. “I can’t believe I did that. I’ve…I’ve got to go.” I push past him, racing toward the door.
He grabs my elbow, stopping me. His eyes burning… “Don’t go.”
I blink back tears. “You’re my boss.” My whisper cracks. “There’s nothing good going to come out of this for me.”
I pull my arm free from his hand and on wobbly legs, I leave. I snatch my purse up and sprint to the elevator, repeatedly slapping the down arrow until the doors slide open and I dart in. He calls my name, but it’s too late. The elevator is descending.
Dashing out of the building, I abandon the idea of taking the train and decide to take the longest walk of shame in history.
“I royally fucked up,” I cry to Britney when she answers her phone. “Big time.”
“You slept with him, didn’t you?”
“Close enough. God, Brit. I’m such an idiot. I just threw away my career.”
“No, you didn’t,” she argues.
“How am I supposed to go back and face him?”
“Focus on the bad?” she says.
“What if there weren’t any?”
“Oh. That good, huh?”
“And we didn’t even have sex,” I whisper-yell into the phone, mad at myself. “Brit, what the hell am I going to do? I can’t quit. I can’t afford it.”
She groans a hum. “Talk to him. Hash it out. Maybe tell him all the reasons this won’t work and ask him to go back to the way it was.”
I roll my eyes. “Even you don’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.”
“I’m trying here!” she exclaims with a snicker.
“I know. I’ll figure it out. I’ve got a long walk ahead of me.”
“Ah. The infamous walk of shame. Have you ever journeyed one?” She cackles and instantly guilt inundates me. “Look, it’s going to be fine. Surely, you two can work past this. You’re both so wound up for each other…” she trails off. “I’m envious of you.”
I laugh under my breath.
“You’ll figure it out, Zoe.”
“Yeah…” I breathe. “I’ll call you later.”
“I’m here if you need me,” she ends the call.
There’s nothing superlative about walking the busy streets of downtown after being finger banged by my insanely hot boss. Now, he’s seen me at my most vulnerable, my most intimate. And I have to figure out how the hell I’m going to look him in the eyes.