Chapter Seven

Rett

“Your note said we had things to discuss. This” —Emma gestured toward my growing erection— “isn’t talking. I have questions too.”

She was right. It wasn’t.

The mental list of things I wanted to talk about or even her questions paled next to what was now forefront in my mind. I pulled a chair away from the conference table and spun Emma’s shoulders until she was facing the table. “Kick off your shoes, Emma.”

She craned her neck my direction.

My tone changed. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Turning away, she pushed one off one sandal and then the other.

I leaned close to her ear, purposely exhaling on her soft, sensitive skin as I gently kicked her feet farther apart. “Pull up your skirt and then I want you up on your toes, leaning over the table until your perfect ass is at my disposal.”

“Rett—”

“Now isn’t the time to speak or I’ll find something else to occupy those pretty lips.”