Filthy Rage (Second Chance With My Brother's Best Friend, Book Five) (11 page)

Her lips part slightly and I see her breath hitch. She nods and moves over there, pulling herself up against the desk.

I grab the documents and scroll through them, highlighting three entries. I hand the papers back. “I need you to call these companies on my behalf to schedule initial evaluation appointments with them. I’ve already met them in person, so they know to expect these calls.” I step toward her, peering down into those wide green eyes, fixed on me.

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. She isn’t sure what I’m doing; I have her off balance, a little nervous. But she stares at me with a trusting gaze, and I feel a large chunk of the numbing ice chip away from my heart.

She closes her eyes for just a second, draws a deep breath and exhales, then picks up my phone. As she dials, I maneuver the chair to have her facing me instead of the desk, keeping my hands clenched on the chair arms. She blinks in surprise but doesn’t stop her task.

“Hello, may I speak to Mr. Dieter please?” she asks in her consummate professional voice. “Sure, I can hold.”

Is Emme ready to take our game to the next level? I want—no, I
need
—to push her boundaries, to have her aroused and wet and craving me. I’ll give her something to write about in her diary. A fucking intense experience she’ll never forget.

“Stay focused,” I order her in a rough, thick voice. My cock twitches to life at the thought of what I’m about to do, and blood rushes to my veins, breaking apart the last of the numbness. All the tension has gone, and my need has roared back to the surface of my skin, lighting me up.

I can smell her aroused response to my command, a soft, feminine musk that makes my cock so hard it hurts. She’s staring at me, pupils dilated, breasts rising and falling with her panting breath, nipples erect and begging to be touched.

I drop to my knees, my chest between her parted bare thighs, and shove her skirt up to her waist.