Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

He pours and sets the coffee pot back. His smile is feral as his gaze roams my body once again. I follow him out of the break room, tempted to follow him into his office and strip down for him. Beg him to take me against his desk or in his office chair.

He stops at my desk, though, and taps on it. His dark eyebrow raises. “Seth is expecting you soon. Better get on that, sweetheart.”

My eyes widen, wondering what Seth might do with me.

Chapter 10

Boss’s Orders

Madison

While I await Seth’s summons, I sip my coffee at my desk. I’m all keyed up and desperate to come, but it can wait until I get home tonight. I have plenty of fantasies to get me there.

“Madison.” Seth’s voice sends shivers racing down my spine. I gather my notepad and pen and take one last draw from my coffee mug before heading to his office. He gestures to the chair I sat in on Friday and settles behind his desk.

“How are things going so far?”

I blush at the question, almost what Cooper asked before he kissed my neck. My fingers itch to trail along the line his lips took. “Good. I’m learning a lot and can’t wait to be more productive.”

Seth’s blue eyes are intense as he looks me over. “My needs will be a little more complicated than the others.”

Fuck, that shouldn’t sound so hot. My thighs clench against the ache between them. I need to focus on work. His work needs.

“I refuse to give in to my baser urges during the day.” He leans forward on the desk and arches an eyebrow at me. “But I like testing my willpower if you’re willing to help.”

“Whatever you want.” I cross my legs against the throbbing. I want whatever he’ll give me.

“Good.” He leans back. “Reports. I’m sure you’ve got a list already, but here’s what you need to add for me.”

I take notes as he tells me which reports to run for him first thing in the morning.

“Slip off your shoes.”

My head jerks up. He hasn’t moved, but maybe I misheard him. “Sir?”

“Slip off your shoes, princess.” His low voice resonates through me. “I like it when you call me sir.”

I slip off my shoes and set them to the side. My stockinged toes curl against the wood floor. The coolness feels nice against my sore feet.

“Now, filing. I assume someone has already shown you the file room.” His voice goes on as he discusses the filing he’ll need me to do.

I feel a little exposed without my shoes, but maybe he’s into feet. Even though he probably can’t even see them from where he sits.

“Take off your shirt.”

My gaze lifts to his, and he gestures with his hand.

“You heard me, princess.” He rocks back in his chair and steeples his fingers against his lips.

“Yes, sir.” My fingers tremble as they slip each button from the hole until my shirt is open. I take it off and shiver a little at the cool air on my heated skin when I place it on the chair next to me.

His darkened eyes are like a caress against my skin as he takes in my lacy bra. My nipples harden beneath his gaze. I gasp at the tightness. My panties are already soaked, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Meetings and schedules.”

Lifting my notepad and pen, I take notes of the important weekly meetings, and his preferences for when and where he wants other meetings scheduled. When he pauses, I raise my gaze to his in anticipation.

“The skirt, please.”