Page 18 of Playing with the Boss

His magic tongue makes quick work of what’s left on his lips before he wipes them with the back of his hand for good measure. “Can’t I?”

I’m a little horrified, mostly frustrated when he rises to his feet and gently resituates my clothing.

“Thank you for your assistance, Miss East.”

I’m still gobsmacked when he sets me on my feet and appears to give me the once-over.

“Perfect.”

The archive boxes are carefully placed back on the shelf, his suit given the once-over also before he pulls the door to the storeroom open.

I expect the asshole to walk away, to leave me floundering for something to say. Yet to my surprise Mason waits in the hallway and jerks his chin indicating I should step out and join him.

I give myself the once-over as well—just to be sure—and roll my hips to seat my panties better before stepping foot into the office.

“Thank you for your help,” he announces loud enough that any passersby or eavesdroppers could hear. “I’m not sure I could have done that without you.”

Jerk.

I pin him with a hard stare.

It only makes him smile. He leans forward, the hand he stroked my pussy with clutching the knot of his tie as he whispers, “I can still smell you on my hand.”

“Best you do something about that then,” I quip.

He turns his mouth down, shaking his head as he straightens once more. “I don’t think so. It’ll give me something to… think about.” He mimics a thoughtful pose, thumb under the chin, forefinger tucked over his mouth.

I crack. The damn man has me giggling as he takes a step backward.

“I’ll let you get back to whatever it is you need to do next.” He winks, turning heel and striding that sexy ass down the hall.

Bastard knows precisely what I need to do next: make a stop at the ladies before I get to my desk so I can finish what he started.

No way in hell am I able to sit straight in my office chair when he’s left me this swollen and wanting.

God, I love it.