Objection

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  “No. I wasn’t sure where to start with that. ”

  Glancing at his watch and furrowing his brows, Matt walks back to my desk. “I have to get back to work but show me the accident report really quick, and I’ll direct you where to go. ”

  Standing up from my desk, I walk to the opposite side so that I can grab one of the binders from my shelf. Matt’s in the way, so I murmur an ‘excuse me,’ and he steps back to let me pass.

  But apparently, not far enough.

  As I try to slide by him, my butt grazes up against his crotch… just barely… really, just the tiniest whisper.

  It’s still enough of a touch that shock waves zing through my body and I hear Matt hiss under his breath, even as he takes a quick step back.

  I turn quickly and blurt out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. ”

  Matt’s lips are set in a distasteful line, and he’s glaring daggers at me. I suppose in an effort to cool his anger, he closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath. As his warm breath blows out over those sexy lips of his, his eyes slowly open, and now the anger is gone.

  Instead, there is nothing but molten heat and lust in his gaze, which promptly causes my knees to start to shake.

  Matt takes one step closer to me, and a quick glance down shows me that both of his hands are curled into fists.

  He’s clearly fighting for control, but I’m thinking it’s a losing battle.

  “I thought I could work in close proximity to you and be able to keep my hands to myself,” he muses as he pins me with the intensity of his eyes. “Guess I was f**king lying to myself. ”

  I’m frozen in place. I have no clue what to do.

  Yes, I have hormones, pheromones, and even just good old, run-of-the-mill moans stuck in the back of my throat, which are on the verge of busting loose. My mind whirls… what did Matt mean by that statement?

  Do I slap him or jump him?

  We stare at each other… his eyes blazing an inferno of desire, mine probably reflecting the “deer in the headlights” look.

  Swallowing hard, I say, “I think—”

  Matt lunges at me, catching me with one arm around my waist and the other swiping across my desk, sending binders, papers, folders, pens, a tape dispenser, a stapler, two legal pads and a box of paper clips flying to the floor. “Don’t say a f**king word, McKayla. Just don’t. ”

  Pushing one of his rock hard thighs in between my legs, he bends me back onto my desk and settles against me, raising both hands now to cup my face. My heart is on the verge of exploding in my chest, and only two things fill my mind.

  First, please, please, please kiss me, Matt.

  Second, please, please, please don’t let me have a heart attack before he does.

  I’m saved on both concerns as Matt pours lust, desire, anger, and passion into a kiss that causes my toes to curl against the flip-flops, which are barely clinging to my feet after I was practically thrown onto my desk.

  My tongue is shy at first, but it only takes Matt one tiny rock of his h*ps against mine, and then it’s on.

  We kiss like we never kissed on that one night we spent together. It is filled with not only yearning, but with a bit of frustration and shame that we have no control over our actions.

  This is wrong… we both know it.

  Yet he hums with approval when I reach my hand down between us and give him a light stroke, and I practically convulse when one of his hands cup my breast.

  For a brief moment, Matt seems to come to his senses and stills against me. He rises up from my mouth and stares at me deeply, worry creasing his forehead. He even curses just the way I’ve come to appreciate about him. “Fuck, f**k, f**k, f**k. ”

  “We don’t have to—” I start to say, but he growls at me so I snap my mouth shut.

  He stares at me for just a moment more, and then he abruptly stands up. I think it’s over, that reality has reappeared, and disappointment fills me.

  That lasts just a flicker of a moment because fantasy land returns as Matt starts stripping me of my clothes.

  In less than fifteen seconds, he has me completely na**d and splayed out on my desk in front of him. He looks down at me, eyes roaming, and he actually licks his lips like he’s getting ready to gorge himself.

  Yes, I’m ringing the dinner bell… bring it on.

  I expect Matt to undo his pants and mount up, but he surprises me when he pulls one of my chairs closer to the desk and sits down. He takes my legs, spreads them outward, and tugs me to the edge of the desk, throwing said legs rather haphazardly over his shoulders.

  Pleasure and thrills blanket my body as I realize that he’s settling in to do me right. His face dives down, and I actually grunt… yes, grunt… at first contact. I then bite down hard on my tongue so I’m not screaming the rafters down.

  I’m delirious with pleasure as Matt works my body to his liking. He uses touch and sound to give me the ultimate experience. Touch meaning fingers and tongue, and yes, even his chin, which has me bucking off the desk. Sound meaning the dirty, dirty things he whispers to me as he causes a rollercoaster of an orgasm to go rushing up my spine. I have to slap my hand over my mouth not to scream, and Matt looks up at me with pure male satisfaction.

  It took him just under two minutes to send me to Heaven.

  He’s just that f**king good.

  Not wasting any time, Matt undoes his belt and practically rips his jeans open, revealing what I’m betting is his most prized possession, and if in another reality we were a real couple, it would definitely be my most prized possession. Stepping between my legs, he leans his body over me and, in one practiced and very sexy-suave move, slams his way home to the hilt. Thank goodness my hand is still clasped over my mouth, or I would have shouted Matt’s name in reverence.

  Hips pumping hard, my desk shaking, Matt looks up at me and slowly removes my hand from over my mouth.

  “Need to kiss you,” he groans after a particularly hard surge into me.

  “Yes,” I agree.

  “So f**king sexy,” he murmurs.

  “You feel so good. ”

  “Could do this all day… all night. ”

  “Word,” I sing out, and then let out a low moan when his pelvis grinds into mine.

  His mouth finally slams onto my lips, and he’s kissing me with confidence, mating his tongue with mine while he never loses a single beat on his strokes.

  Higher and higher, Matt takes both of us. It’s quick, hard, and rough, but the feelings he evokes inside of me are warm and soft, despite the frenzied nature of what we’re doing.

  I know I should be worried that someone will walk by, and I know I should fret over the fact that my boss is banging me on my desk, and yes, I should even have a slight bit of concern that this is opening up a whole can of worms that are going to leave a nasty, slimy trail all over my employment here.

  But as my second orgasm builds, and Matt pulls away from my lips so he can stare at me while we both start to fracture, the only thing I can even care about right now is that yes… I’m so happy this happened.

  Yes, my body has betrayed every shred of common sense I use to possess.

  We both shudder hard, muscles tensing and relaxing. Our breathing starts to even out, and eventually Matt rises up and pulls out of me.

  After tucking himself back in and zipping his pants, Matt gallantly grabs a box of tissues that are sitting on a small table and helps me to clean up. I get dressed, and the silence that fills the room is oppressive.

  When I tuck my shirt back into my jeans, Matt reaches up and smoothes a hand over my hair. The touch is soft… intimate. It makes me want to curl up into him and purr.

  Then he brings me back to reality.

  “This was wrong, McKayla. It was my fault, and I won’t let it happen again. ”

  Matt turns to walk out of my office, and I let him.

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sp; For only a second, and then I jump forward, grabbing his wrist. “Wait a minute. I don’t understand. ”

  He stops and turns toward me, looking down at my hand holding on to him. I release it and step back.

  “What’s to understand?” he asks in frustration. “This is wrong… I’m your boss. ”

  “It’s only wrong if the sex influences how you treat me,” I point out.

  “And what if I treat you like shit because it makes me angry to have this attraction to you? What if I give you the shittiest cases, and I mock you in front of your colleagues?”

  Grinning over the concept, I tell him, “Then I’ll sue you for sexual harassment. ”

  Apparently, I’m not as funny as I think I am because Matt’s gaze takes on a hint of danger and he steps into me, practically touching his nose to mine. “I’d chew you up and spit you out, little girl. You’d never be a match for me in court. ”

  He stares at me hard, and then steps back to give me space. “Besides,” he says, while running a hand through his hair, “you just proved my point. This is sexual harassment at its finest. I’d be stupid to let this carry on. ”

  I get what he’s saying. He may know my body inside and out, but he has no clue about my integrity. As far as he knows, I’m a crazy psycho that will stalk him now that I’ve gotten a taste of the Connover Love Machine.

  Still, I’m really not ready to let this go. I like Matt… I really do. His confidence, his healthy ego, his fantastically amazing body. I want to get to know him better, and surely, the little issue that I’m his employee shouldn’t stand in the way. I’m sure there have been plenty of successful workplace romances in the history of the world. I mean, look at Cleopatra and Marc Antony.

  “Matt… I would never hold something like that over your head, and you’ll have to trust me on that. I bet we could make this work. I’m sure once you got to know me better—”

  Holding his hand up, he cuts me off. His tone is steely when he says, “See, that’s just it, McKayla. I don’t want to get to know you. This was a f**k… pure and simple. I’m not looking for anything more than that. But it’s out of my system now, and I’d appreciate it if we could just forget this happened. ”

  “Ouch,” I say, because that truly hurt.

  “I think with my dick, McKayla… not with my heart. It serves me well. ”

  “Well, I have to say your dick is the most pleasant thing about you,” I say sweetly, but with a touch of sarcasm.

  I’m rewarded with a narrowing of Matt’s eyes, and I can tell he’s not use to someone sticking up to him like that.

  When it boils down to it, Matt and I have pure animal magnetism between us. We have sexual chemistry in spades, and our bodies make some beautiful magic together.

  But that’s all it is. Both of us were only looking for one-night stands, not the love of our lives. And while many people can make the whole “friends with benefits” thing work fine for them, there is no way that could ever fly between an employer and his employee. Because even though sex is just sex, there is also intimacy involved, and that brings about certain emotions. Those emotions can then cloud your judgment, and I get that Matt can’t afford to have that happen.

  Hell, I can’t really afford to let that happen. I need this job.

  Straightening my shoulders and sticking my chin out, I walk back behind my desk and sit down. Bending over, I start to pick up the items that Matt swept to the floor not ten minutes ago. He watches me, but makes no move to help.

  “I understand,” I tell him with resolve. “And you’re right. This has disaster written all over it. I’ll let it go. ”

  He stares at me for a moment, and I hold his gaze. I mean it… I’m letting it go.

  Apparently, he’s satisfied with the truthfulness of my words. “I’m really sorry, McKayla. ”

  I give him a small smile. “Sure. Another place, another time, we’d have been perfect for each other, right?”