box and the process was grueling. You're not going to put me back in there only to unbox me when you want a bad bitch in bed."
"For fuck's sake, Zelda, no. That's not what I meant."
She flattened her hands on my chest, pushed up on her toes, and delivered a quick kiss to my lips. "What did I tell you about your buttons?"
Turning to collect the papers from wherever I'd thrown them, Zelda shot me an obscene wink. I had to press my fist to my mouth to keep from growling when she bent over to retrieve a file from the floor because that skirt was awful but it was also torture. The fabric hugged her backside, outlining the twin globes and enough of her panty line to make me dizzy with want. Actually fucking dizzy before ten in the morning.
The fist was of no use because I growled anyway. My hands were itching to touch her, to ruck up that skirt and palm her where she was warm and wet, to press my shaft inside her while her knuckles went white clutching my desk. I balled my hands as she reordered the papers and straightened, smoothed her skirt. I shook them out as she tucked her hair over her ears. Balled them all over again because she was here in my office—and my bed—and something had changed. Something significant, something big enough to alter everything because it'd never before crossed my mind to have sex in my office. Now I wasn't positive I'd survive the day if I didn't.
And goddamn, the swell of…I didn't know what it was but my chest was tight and full and I was about to burst.
"If you're going to hover until I capitulate to your improbably patriarchal request, you should know that's a terrible use of a billable hour." She gathered an armload of my junk collection and headed toward the door. "Why don't you just shoot irritated glares in my direction every few minutes while you make headway on wrapping up that audit?" When I didn't reply because I was fantasizing about tasting her through her panties, she stopped, glanced over her shoulder at me. "Do you need some cookies? Would that help?"
I needed tits flat on my desk and her cunt clenching around my cock while I teased her ass and I also needed to know she'd make it home without incident but yeah, cookies would do. As good a substitute as any. That was why I beckoned her toward me. "Bring me your phone again."
She shifted the files to her other arm. "Dare I ask what now, boss?"
"I want to enable contactless payment under my corporate card. If you're fetching cookies for me, I want to expense them."
Instead of arguing, Zelda drew the phone from her pocket and held it up. "Will this make you happy?"
Leaning across the desk, I plucked the device from her fingers and set to keying in the information. "I don't know about happy but since I know you're not going to come over and get that skirt out of my way—"
"You know you're a sex monster, right?"
I glanced up from the phone. "Meaning…what, exactly?"
"Meaning you're a dirty, filthy sex monster," she replied. "And you secretly eat cookies in the morning."
"Can you clarify for me whether this is an issue for you or a glowing review following a night you'll never forget?"
"I like how your ego has no limits," Zelda mused. "It's really endearing."
Since I was a dirty, filthy sex monster, I dropped down into my desk chair and made an unmistakable gesture toward my fly. "Come over here and say that to me."
We stared at each other longer than any two people should stare at each other. It was heated and intense, and a million things passed in the moments between blinks. And then—finally—she set down the papers, the phone, and she rounded my desk, straddled my lap, laced her arms around my neck. It seemed she had no issue with me being a sex monster despite the pejorative nature of that label. And, fuck, I'd be the best sex monster she'd ever had. The best, the only one she ever wanted.
"You are full of feelings today, aren't you, Ashville?"
I touched my lips to the smooth line of her jaw. "Yeah."
"Don't know what to do with any of them, do you?"
I kissed my way down her neck as far as her filmy blouse's collar would allow. "Not really, no."