Chapter 3

Clark noticed Thomas still held one of his files in front of his crotch. He held out his hand. “Want to give me that?”

Thomas blinked and then looked to where Clark pointed. “Sir?”

Clark smiled. “The file. Although, what’s behind it might be interesting, too.”

Okay, now he really was getting himself in trouble. Harrigan would probably sue him for sexual harassment. Dumb.

“Give me the file, Thomas. And then go out and remind everyone I sent them an e-mail canceling this week’s meeting. I’m sure they all received it.”

Thomas flung the file at him, scattering papers from the manila folder onto the floor in front of Clark’s chair.

“Shit, sorry,” Thomas said, kneeling in front of him to pick up the papers. Only now the man knelt at Clark’s crotch level. Damn if his dick didn’t notice too. It filled and strained against his boxers.

Thomas paused in the middle of scooping up a paper and stared straight at Clark’s risen cock. His tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip.