why you’re being a bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch and I’m not hungry.” And for the second time in my life, I’m not. My stomach is in knots.
“So, what is it?” he splutters, frowning at me. “I know I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I’ve got a headache,” I grit out, checking my phone.
He snatches it from my hand. “Answer me.”
“Hey,” I snap, reaching for it.
He shakes his head, placing it on the desk next to me before gripping my hands in his to stop me reaching for it. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. If you want what this is between us to end, just say so. I’m a big boy.”
My brow furrows. “Why on earth would I want that? You’re great in bed.”
He guffaws. “Is that all I am to you?”
My shoulders drop and I duck my head a little. “No. You’re more than that. I’m just tired and have a headache. I get cranky when I’m ill,” I lie, not ready to tell him about the story until I know there is a story.
His eyes heat as he runs his palms up my thighs. “Do you want me to make it better?”
I smirk, scanning his office briefly as all the fantasies I’ve had about having him in here resurface. He’s decorated since he took over. It’s all grey and black with dark oak furniture.
I reach for his tie, pulling him towards me. His chair slides forward, bringing him closer.
“Don’t tease me. You know I’ve been wanting you to fuck me on your desk,” I breathe against his lips.
Grinning, he stands, pulling me to the edge of the desk, my core pressing against his hardness. My thighs clench as I wrap them around him.
“I’m not teasing,” he rasps, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access, before gripping his blazer. “Then I won’t stop you.”
I feel him smile against my neck as I rock against him. He reaches for my jacket, sliding it off one shoulder as he pulls out my plain white T-shirt from my ripped jeans. I moan, squeezing my thighs around him.
A phone vibrates across the table, but I don’t pull away, instead bringing his lips to mine as I slide part of his blazer off.
His tongue massages mine, leaving my brain frazzled. It’s like all the feelings take over and turn my mind to mush. The only thing better than him kissing me, is him being inside of me.
Every nerve stands on end as I grip the hair at the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss.
When the vibrating starts up again, Clayton tries to pull away, but I pull him back, kissing him once more.
“Phone,” he mumbles against my mouth, gripping my hips and rocking me against his hard on.
“Ignore it and keep doing what you’re doing,” I order.
The phone starts up again and Clayton pulls back slightly, grabbing a phone off the desk. Lost in my own mind, it takes me a few seconds to realise it’s mine.
I go to reach for it, but he pulls back, reading the message.
I snatch the phone from him once he’s distracted, unable to look at him as I click on the messages Beau has sent.
BEAU: I don’t think they took the bait.
BEAU: We’re going to stay on for a bit longer.
BEAU: No one is here. Maybe this lead is another dead end. The break-ins might just be gang related.
I look up at Clayton and watch his nostrils flare. His hands drop to his sides, forming clenched fists.
“Clayton?” I whisper, trying to form the words to explain.
“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is,” he grits out.
“Clayton—”
He slams his hand on the back of his chair, pushing it into a filing cabinet. “Please fucking tell me that isn’t about the burglaries,” he growls, levelling me with a glowering look.
“I…” I pause, not knowing what to say. I hadn’t expected him to be so furious or react like this. I knew he would be mad, yes, but not like this.
He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. “It is,” he affirms, snarling in disgust.
I stand, straightening my jacket and tucking my T-shirt back into my jeans. “It’s fine. Beau is at a location ready to catch the cop who could be working with the gang. You don’t have to worry. I did it. I might have actually put a stop to them.”
“What?” he yells, spinning to face me. “How could you be so fucking stupid,