Page 94 of Illicit Education
Reed sat in his chair, elbows on the armrests and his fingers steepled at his chin.
Oh Jesus. I don’t think I can do this. I swallowed and dropped my gaze to the floor. He’d just given me
The
Orgasm
Of
My
Life
And now he was back to being CEO of Reed Publishing as if I’d imagined that whole thing. As if he’d been completely unaffected by the sexual tension between us. I looked up at him again, trying to read his expression. Maybe he was unaffected.
He dropped his hands to his thighs and I followed the movement, noting the serious bulge in his pants and bringing my fingertips to my lips to cover the smile trying to break free.
He was definitely not unaffected.
He sighed loudly and I lifted my gaze. “The manuscript, Ms. Blake.”
I rolled my lips together and sat down, opening my bag to retrieve the manuscript he’d tasked me with reading on Friday. I breathed deeply, trying to steady my pulse and switch back into business mode, but it wasn’t easy.
Hell, it was damn near impossible.
Beautiful, sexy as sin, and fucking hard, Cabot Reed sat across from me, and frankly, all I wanted to do was settle myself into his lap and fuck us both silly.
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You have to.”
I lifted my head. “What?”
“I won’t jeopardize your future, Ms. Blake.”
“I don’t…” I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “Separate the two. Professional and personal, we have to separate the two.”
I sucked in a breath. Could I do that?
I lifted an eyebrow. Not if he accosted me every time I walked into his office. My gaze dropped to the edge of the desk where I’d just been sitting while he so deliciously accosted me and there was a smear of wetness on the top.Oh my God.I swiped at it quickly, then wiped it on my skirt, instantly regretting that choice.
“No,” I groaned.
Reed made a grunt of amusement as he rose to his feet, then walked to the bar set up in the bookshelves. “I apologize for my lack of self-control.”
“That seems to be a thing with us.”
He turned to face me, a bottle of seltzer water in his hand and a dark cloth in the other. “Indeed.” He paused, then added, “It’s never been a problem for me before.”
I tried not to grin like a wild banshee, butcome on. What a fucking compliment, right?
He shook his head as he walked toward me, then squatted and began to clean the snail trail I’d left on my skirt. “It won’t happen again,” he said, his voice low.
I didn’t say anything, just watched his fingers work the cloth, thinking back to the way they’d workedme.
“Rylan.”