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goddamn pert ass walk out of his office one more time that day, he was going to lose his shit. He shifted uncomfortably in his leather chair, wincing slightly from the shot of pain that ran up from his groin due to last night’s abuse.  
    He glared at the door again. She’d walk back through it in about five minutes. Just like she’d done all damn day, torturing his raw cock every time he had to look at her—a reminder of how fucking desperate she made him.  
    Disgust settled in the pit of his stomach every time he caught a glimpse of her, and it was starting to grate on his last nerve. It was bad enough that he’d had to put on the show of a fucking lifetime today, walking around the office as if he were perfectly fine. But to see her looking as polished and professional as always made him want to put his fist through a wall.
    Thinking that that wasn’t the best idea, he decided it was time for him to make a quick exit. If he could pack his shit up and get to the door before she spotted him, maybe this day could end without—
    Reagan pushed open the door without knocking and walked inside, her eyes still looking down at an open folder in her arms. “Hey, I was thinking that we could order some takeout or something since it looks like it’ll be a late night.” When he didn’t immediately respond, she looked up. “What?”
    Evan just shook his head and bent down to grab his briefcase, laying it on the desk and piling the work he needed to take home inside it.  
    She raised her brow. “Going somewhere?”
    “I don’t think late-night dinner dates at the office are a good idea, do you?”
    “No, not usually on Tuesdays, but how about we make an exception just this once?” She gave him a cheeky grin.  
    “I don’t think so.”
    “Evan,” she said, walking to stand directly in front of his desk.  
    The top of her thighs pressed into the edge of it, and the first thought that went through his mind was that she was at the perfect angle to bend her over and take her from—
    “Evan,” she said again, louder this time, causing him to tear his eyes away from the blue, figure-hugging skirt that encased her shapely legs and back up to her eyes. “Deadline. Work. Dinner. The end. What’s the problem?”
    Evan shut the briefcase with a resounding click and picked it up off the desk with a little more force than necessary. Then he walked around to where she stood and dared to step in a little closer than one should with their boss .
    “The problem is that it’s after hours and you’re here and so am I with all these flat surfaces. Do you think I’ve forgotten what’s under those prim and proper outfits you wear?”
    For the first time since the day she’d interviewed him, he thought he caught a flash of attraction in her eyes as she shifted so they were now eye to eye.
    “I’d hardly call an evening pouring over numbers and graphs and eating Kung Pao chicken a date, but—”
    “I’d call it a tease,” he said, cutting her off. “It’s like waving a red flag in front of me and daring me not to charge.”
    Her eyes widened, but she didn’t move away, still standing so close to him that he could feel her breath quicken. He wondered what she’d do if he touched her now. If he said exactly what he was thinking. Fuck it.  
    “Maybe that’s what you want,” he said, his voice low and seductive like a vampire compelling its prey. She wasn’t moving, so he took that as a sign to continue. “Maybe you like the idea of me hiking that tight-as-fuck skirt up your legs, bending you over my desk, and shoving inside of you”—he paused and leaned a little closer—“just as I’ve been imagining all day.”
    The tip of her tongue licked her bottom lip, and there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to let her know he noticed that. He wanted to see just how far he could push her...  
    “Or perhaps you’d rather a more familiar position: you on your knees with my cock in that flirtatious mouth of