Book 1 - Page 5 (1/2)

I couldn’t even let myself think about what happened until I was out of there. I’d let him f**k me, give me the most amazing o.r.g.a.s.m of my life, and then I’d left him with his pants around his ankles in the company conference room with the worst case of blue b.a.l.l.s known to any man. If this was someone else’s life I would be high-fiving them so hard. Too bad it wasn’t.

s.h.i.+t.

The doors opened and I entered, quickly pus.h.i.+ng the b.u.t.ton and watching as each floor counted down. As soon as the elevator reached the lobby I raced out and down the hall. I briefly heard the security guard say something about working late, but I just waved and sped past him.

With each step the ache between my legs reminded me of the events of the last hour. As I reached my car I unlocked it with the remote, pulled open the door, and collapsed into the safety of the leather seats. I looked up at myself in the rearview mirror.

What in the f**k was that?

Two

Christ. I am so f**king screwed.

I’d been staring at my ceiling since I woke up thirty minutes ago. Brain: a mess. d.i.c.k: hard.

Well, hard again.

I scowled at the ceiling. It didn’t matter how many times I’d jerked off after she left me last night, it never seemed to go away. And though I didn’t think it was possible, it was worse than the hundreds of other times I’d woken up this way. Because this time, I knew what I was missing. And she hadn’t even let me come.

Nine months. Nine f**king months of morning wood, jacking off, and endless fantasies about someone I didn’t even want. Well, that wasn’t completely true. I wanted her. I wanted her more than any woman I’d ever seen. The big problem was I also hated her.

And she hated me too. I mean, she really hated me. In all my thirty-one years, I had never met someone who pushed my b.u.t.tons like Miss Mills.

Just her name made my d.i.c.k twitch. f.u.c.king traitor. I stared down at where I tented my sheets. This stupid appendage got me into this mess to begin with. I rubbed my hands across my face and sat up.

Why couldn’t I just keep it in my pants? I’d managed for almost a year. And it had worked. I kept my distance, bossed her around, h.e.l.l, even I’ll admit I’d been a b.a.s.t.a.r.d. And then I just lost it. All it took was one moment, sitting in that quiet room, her smell all around me and that f**king skirt, her a.s.s in my face. I snapped.

I was sure that if I just had her once, it would be disappointing and the wanting would be over. I’d finally have some peace. But here I was, in my bed, hard, as if I hadn’t come in weeks. I looked at the clock, and it had only been four hours.

I took a quick shower, scrubbing myself roughly as if to remove any trace of her left from last night. This was going to stop, this had to stop. Bennett Ryan didn’t act like some h.o.r.n.y teenager, and I certainly did not f**k around in my office. The last thing I needed was a clingy woman ruining everything. I couldn’t allow Miss Mills to have this control over me.