Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(61)

“Hank?”

“Yes, Hank. He told me what you said to him that night at the bar. Had I known then, you would have gotten an earful from me and I wouldn’t have—” She trails off and I smile.

“Wouldn’t have let me kiss you? Wouldn’t have let me get you off in the back of my car?” She narrows her eyes, clearly attempting to prove that my words have no effect on her, but I call bullshit. I lean forward and lowering my voice, I say, “You seemed to rather enjoy what I did to you in the car, baby girl.”

“Stop. I know what you’re doing.”

I lean back and shrug, feigning innocence.

“Look. Hank is a good friend and has been. He really is in love with my friend Shelly. We are like brother and sister; we’ve never had a moment or a kiss or anything. You can’t go running him out of my life or anyone else for that matter.”

“Anyone else?”

“I just mean in general. The way you wouldn’t even let Garrett speak to me at the charity event, then Hank. You can’t run around trying to shield me away from men.”

“I’m not trying to shield you from all men… just the ones who want to sleep with you.”

She huffs and stands up. “That’s exactly what I mean!” she shouts. “Hank didn’t want to sleep with me. I’ve made that clear, and the other guy, you think I would have, what? Run to the coat closet with some stranger and slept with him?”

I’m not expressing myself clearly. “Margot, no. I don’t think that and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I walk around my desk and grab her arms softly.

“You embarrassed me in front of Hank,” she says softly, and I hate that I made her feel that way.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. You’re right. I need to respect your boundaries and next time I see Hank, I’ll make sure I apologize to him.”

She lets her forehead fall against my chest as I wrap my arms around her body.

“I don’t want to be a secret,” she murmurs against my shirt. I reach down and tip her chin upward.

“A secret?”

“From Miss Perry. I know things should be kept private between us. I respect that, especially with Eleanor. But I guess I just felt like a dirty little secret or something you were ashamed of.”

“You’re not a secret, sweetheart. Trust me, she’s aware of what’s happening between us, and I know Phil knows as well as Hank and Garrett after how possessive I was about you. I won’t ever sit back and let a man hit on you in front of me, which is what Garrett would have done, trust me. I feel protective of you.”

Her big eyes are trained on mine and I can’t stand being this close to her without kissing her. I place a hand on either side of her face and pull her lips toward mine.

God, I’ll never tire of kissing her full, pouty lips. I walk her backward around the desk, lifting her to sit on it in front of my chair.

“We still need to talk,” she says as I trail kisses down her neck, pulling aside the strap of her dress to expose the skin of her shoulder.

“Mmm, we will, baby.” I let my other hand wander down her body, gliding up her leg till I reach the hem of her dress. “After.”

“After?” she whispers as her eyes close. I look at her, her head back, her hair falling down her back as she leans on her arms.

“Yes, after I have my dessert.” I lick my lips as my eyes drop down to her legs where I’m pulling her dress up over her thighs. I reach beneath the dress, removing her panties.

I take a seat in my chair, placing her feet on the edge of it. “Spread your thighs.”

She slowly lets her legs fall open wider, and my mouth pools with saliva at the sight.

“I’m going to defile you on this desk. I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

I don’t wait for a response from her. I dive in.

I grip her waist, pushing my shoulders against her thighs as I savor the taste of her. I drag my tongue up her folds, her wetness growing quickly as she moans. I devour her, my tongue swirling around her bud before plunging inside her.

I can feel her thighs begin to quiver as she pants, but the moment is ruined when a sharp knock on my office door echoes through the room.

“Mr. Hayes?” It’s Miss Perry’s shrill voice.

“I’m busy. I’ll find you later.” Margot stiffens, staring at me. “I’m not finished with you yet,” I tell her.

“Mr. Hayes, I really need to speak with yo—” She opens the door, barging into my office as my face is inches away from Margot’s sopping wet pussy.

“Oh my goodness.” She clutches at her nonexistent pearls, her eyes falling to the floor.

“I said I’ll be with you later,” I grit the words out as Margot struggles to pull her dress down, attempting to dismount from my desk.

“I said I’m not finished with you yet.” I stare at her, speaking loudly enough Miss Perry hears what I said as I hold her in place.

Miss Perry scurries from the room, her face glowing red.

“Oh my God.” Margot covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“You didn’t want to be a secret,” I say. “Now get on all fours.”

“On here?” Surprised, she points to the desk.