What would you do if what you dreaded most became your unyielding coveted desire?
We kiss and all I can think about is him taking me right here right now! It's like he was reading my mind. He grabs my ass with both hands before he grabs the top of m...
Hump Day! Why is it not Friday yet? I can't wait to hang out with all my girls, I miss them so much. I love the bond we developed. Can't wait to let loose on Friday instead of this investigation. I feel like staring at these numbers is driving me to a voluntary 72-hour hold at the psych ward.
The ringing from the phone jolts me off my seat, hand thumping over my heart, catching my breath, I place a shaky hand on the receiver, stating in a soft voice, "Chloe Knox." "I need you upstairs now! Bring everything for our meeting at 10," without another word, the line goes dead. What the hell was that about? I snap myself back to the real world, grab everything in haste and bolt out the door.
The elevator doors side apart, Victoria waves, "He's waiting for! Said to send you right in," her eyebrows arch, eyes the size of saucers while she points down the hall urging me to move faster.
The pounding in my chest is like a jack hammer against my rib cage; I don't know what's going on. I stop at his door, breath uneven, hands clammy, heart on edge, nerves shot. Eyes falling shut, I inhale a deep slow breath, making an "o" shape with my puckered lips to exhale at the same pace, pull my eye lids apart as I reach for the handle with a trembling hand, entering his office, unsure of what awaits on the other side.
I peer around the room with suspicion as I enter, taking note, Axle is not on this throne behind his desk. I enter completely letting my hand slip off the door handle when Axle's sultry voice uncages the butterflies in my chest, tightening my core, sparking every nerve to life.
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"Lock the door Chloe." I find his muscular physique, sitting on the sofa in the lounge area, body leaning forward, elbows on his knees, sleeves rolled up mid bicep, peeking, bulging, eyes ... my god his silvery, hooded orbs, the salaciousness in his eyes pierce my soul while I walk backwards, obeying his command.
My hand finds the lock, turning, the click slicing through the silence. "Come to me," he rasps eliciting a warmth to spread to my core. I walk over, files in hand. "Stop. Drop everything." His low guttural voice ceasing my movements, lips slightly part, breathing slow and short.
I bend at the knees, place everything on the floor next to me, hands on my thighs as I stretch up, placing one shaky leg in front of the other.
"I said EVERYTHING," Gritting through his teeth, eyes wild, dark, hungry. My lashes flutter in disbelief, eyebrows bunching, casting down is he serious? "I won't tell you again Kitten." He called me Kitten, I close my eyes realizing, I yield to him.
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