Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,116

my side in three steps. “Sylvia, Sylvia—” he repeats my name, adjusting his pitch higher and lower.

“What are you—”

Cutting me off, he leans over the desk on his forearms, keeping his eyes on my face. “I like it, it's nice to have a name to go with your face. When I jerked off earlier, I didn't have a name for you, now I do.”

My cheeks light on fire, and my mouth goes dry, making me cough.

He got off thinking about me?

The thought excites me, making me even wetter than I already am. The warmth mixes with the cooling arousal as I shift in the chair trying to calm the throb between my legs.

All right, enough of these games. It's time for business. We can't screw up a single detail, or the entire thing is ruined.

“Look,” I say, closing the binder and folding my hands on top. “I'm good at what I do, and I can tell from what I saw last night that you're not far from losing it all. If you want to keep your little red Ferrari and your Gucci shoes, and have it all by doing what you love, then you need to listen to me. Otherwise—”

“I don't own any of that kind of shit. I like to spend my money, but not waste it.”

Pressing my lips into a tight line, I keep going where he cut me off. “It'll all be gone, Phade. All of it. So, my suggestion for you is to keep your pants zipped and your fists tethered to your sides unless you're in the ring. Understood?”

Smirking, Phade tilts his head, reaching out to gently stroke my wrist with his index finger. “Are you sure you want me zipping my pants, because the sounds you made last night tell me you liked it.”

A cold sweat beads up the back of my neck as my blood starts to bubble and my pussy clenches with need. My clit is throbbing, causing me to wriggle in my chair. A wave of warmth spreads across my face, and I know he can see the fire on my skin.

Licking his lips, his smile grows as his eyes darken with lust. “You're wet right now, aren't you?”

Taking in a deep breath, I clear my throat and jolt up out of the chair. “You know what, Phade, these games of yours are going to come back to bite you in the ass. I'm trying to help you so you don't lose your job, but all you can think about is sex!”

“Sweetheart, I'm not the only one thinking about sex. I know what's running through your mind, I can tell by your rosy cheeks, and the way you keep shifting in your chair. Your pussy wants me—fuck, you’re craving more right now.”

Picking up the binder, I hold it tightly against my chest and snarl, “Get over yourself, Phade Manson, it wasn't that good.” Pushing past him, I storm out of the room.

I'm a liar. I lied right to his face. I lied about how good he felt inside me. I lied because he pissed me off.

Phade needs to take me seriously, he can't keep bringing up what happened. I need him to really listen, or it won't just be his ass on the line, mine will be right there with him.

But damn, was that man good at turning me on. His voice gives me chills, the richness of his tone makes my body hum and my heart hammer inside my chest.

He was really fucking good. And he knows it. He doesn't believe me anyway.

My pussy pulses as desire pools in my panties making it hard to ignore. Every inch of my body is fighting against me. My brain wants to forget the guy and just focus on work, but my pussy is begging for more.

The arousal seeps through my underwear, making my inner thighs slippery and warm. I can't ignore the feeling brewing inside me. It's raw, it's overwhelming, it's going to drive me insane unless I do something about it.

Glancing side to side, I check over my shoulder and see the hall is empty. Slipping silently into the bathroom, I deadbolt the door and rest back against the cool brick wall. I don't want to do this, but I know I'll never be able to focus unless I do.

The only way to get Phade out of my head, and to stop the reaction my body is having, is to just give in. Let it win this time, and then I'll