Written in Ink (Montgomery Ink #4)(45)

Wanted to try a lot of things with him. She quickly ran her hands down her very tight pencil skirt with the slit in the back. Without that slit, it would be hard to pull the garment over her hips later.

Yes, she’d thought about positions where she’d be on top of him or bent over in front of him while picking out the skirt to pack for that afternoon. Priorities and all.

Her shirt was buttoned up to the neck and covered her all the way to her wrists. She’d have fun slowly undoing the buttons when the time came. Or maybe he’d undo the buttons for her. Her heels weren’t the prettiest, but they were tall, black, and screamed Fuck Me. Not that bad of an outfit when she didn’t own much to begin with.

She twisted her hair up into a bun of sorts and stuck two pens inside, praying her hair would let her have this moment. A few tendrils curled down the back of her neck, and a strand or four fell to the sides of her face. It worked with the look she wanted, so she didn’t try to put them back in the bun. If she did, her hair would probably fall down and laugh at her.

Griffin was in his office, waiting for her to come back so they could work some more. Oh, they’d work a bit longer, then hopefully they’d have some fun. Because no matter how much work Griffin had left to do, he needed fun, as well.

And damn it, so did she.

If recreating some truly horrible porn with some very hot sex made them have fun, then so be it, she’d bend over and take what he gave her.

She held back a snort. Okay, so maybe she shouldn’t have watched so much terrible porn to make sure she had the outfit and lines down. It sadly hadn’t made her hot until she thought of her and Griffin in those positions. And, well…let’s just say she’d had to get herself off in the shower the night before.

Again.

It was going to hurt once she left.

Damn it. Not now.

She raised her chin and strutted back into the office. In her heels, she could only strut.

“Good. You’re back.” Griffin had his attention on his notes, his uninjured hand in his hair as he tugged on it. He looked so damn sexy with that longer on top, short on the sides look. She couldn’t wait to have her hands in his hair.

She stood in front of the desk and bent over a bit, playing with a pen. “I’m here,” she said, her voice purposely breathy.

Autumn could tell the moment he looked up. His breath caught in his throat and he did that little growl thing, that, when done between her legs, made her come practically on command. As it was, she had to press her thighs together. The excitement of being the one to seduce, to call the shots was thrilling.

“Um…you changed.”

She tilted her head. “I thought I’d get into something a little more…comfortable.”

His gaze traveled down her curves, over her legs, to her heels, and back up again. “I like the outfit.” He grinned at her, and she relaxed some. He wasn’t going to call her crazy and kick her out of his office. This was good. He smiled and even laughed a bit. That was so much better than the bear of a mood he’d been in earlier.

“Thank you,” she said primly. She ran her hands down her sides as she stood straighter. “I’m ready for dick-tation, sir.”

He smiled full out and tapped his pen on his notepad. “Dick-tation? Is that right?”

She nodded quickly. “Oh, yes, sir. My fingers are ready to type.” She giggled, and he laughed. “Well, you know, my fingers are ready for all sorts of things.”

“What the hell kind of porn did you watch before you came in here, Fall?”

She scowled and picked up the ruler she’d placed on his desk that morning. She wacked it against her palm a couple of times. “You know, you have to play along. I was going for sexy secretary and dirty boss, but we can do school teacher and bad adult student.”

His eyes grew dark and he licked his lips. He ran a hand over his denim-clad cock and tilted his head. “Why don’t you sit down and start typing. I want you to get what I’m saying word for word. You think you can do that, miss?”

She grinned then, thankful he was playing along. She needed him to smile, to laugh. She didn’t want to think about why that was so important to her so she pushed it away, focusing on sitting down primly on the edge of the seat instead. She adjusted her breasts so they plumped up nicely between her arms as she typed, and Griffin snorted. She might be going for sexy, but the farce was a little much. Again, she’d take the laughter…and whatever else he gave her once her skirt was above her hips.

“Once, there was a very, very bad secretary…” Griffin started.

“Is this a new book, sir?” she asked, typing away on a blank page.

“Did I tell you to interrupt me?”

She bit her lip and glanced at him, a laugh threatening to break free. “No, sir.”

“You did a very bad thing, miss. I think you’re going to have to be punished.”

She widened her eyes and put her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh, sir, not a punishment.”

Griffin stood up and prowled toward her. There wasn’t another word for it, not the way he moved, all grace and strength and power. She licked her lips, and he took her chin in his grip, forcing her gaze to his.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Fall. Stand up.”

She swallowed hard and stood. Her ankles went wobbly in her heels, and Griffin gripped her hip with his casted hand.