20. KAYLA
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“ Y ou are my idol! Do men ever listen, though?”
I laugh when Agnes tells me how she made her husband cook her favorite dish after he forgot to take out the trash. Seems to me like Mr. Nichols is totally whipped, and I couldn’t ask for a better example to learn from.
“Hardly,” she bellows back from above her screen. “What about him?” She points her thumb toward Bodi’s office, and I let out a wheezing snort at the same time the door opens.
“He doesn’t listen to a word I say.”
“Who?” Bodi steps out, walking toward my desk before giving Agnes a short glance.
“You,” I tell him honestly before putting my focus back on my screen. “I thought you had a meeting.”
“I do. Now, what are you talking about? I listen to you.”
I turn my head while he sits down on the corner of my desk. “Hardly.”
“I listened to all your ideas for the charity ball.” He lowers his voice so I’m the only one who can hear. “I listened when you told me you wanted those nasty burgers last week. I was definitely listening when I ate your pussy until you had tears streaming down your pretty cheeks last night.”
Twisting my chair a bit, I lean back, giving him a mocking smile, then whisper: “Yet you don’t listen when I ask you to kiss me senseless during lunch.”
He closes his eyes, his neck growing flush for just a second.
“You need to stop doing that,” he hisses with lust-filled eyes, his gaze shortly moving to Agnes, who still has her attention fixed on her screen. “Not at the office.”
“You mean not during office hours?” I wink, licking my lips, my cheeks flushing with heat when I think about the New Years party, while his smirk turns into a scolding frown. “You started it!”
“I’m teasing you!” He hisses. “You’re straight up torturing me by suggesting things you shouldn’t.”
“I know,” I huff, laughing. “But you make it so much fun.”
With a crazed look, he drops from my desk, then slams his palms onto my armrests before pulling me closer while I let out a startled shriek. I gawk up at him as he hovers above my face, his lips only a few inches away. The smell of his coco wax graces my nose, intoxicating me while my eyes stay locked with his green ones that are looking like a clear water lake.
“Two can play this game, babe.” My pulse drums in my neck, my lady parts burning from heat as he continues. “You’ve been messing with me for a week, poking me whenever you can as soon as we get to work. If you are going to keep torturing me, I’m going to retaliate.” He brings his face closer and for a brief second, I stop breathing, thinking he’s going to kiss me right then and there. But he moves past my cheek, his lips becoming flush with my ear, and I can feel a flutter going through my stomach. “And I won’t be talking when I do.”
He moves a bit back, locking his intense gaze with mine once more. The world around us stops spinning, a thick veil of tension and chemistry falling around us, making it seem like we’re the only people around.
Goosebumps shower my skin, and my lips automatically part as he keeps staring at me with those craving eyes. We stay like that for God knows how long, creating a bubble I’m afraid to burst.
“Can’t wait,” I whisper before Agnes clears her throat in the distance, and we both look up in her direction. Rachel is standing in front of my desk with a slight frown, suspicion etched in her features.
Oh, shit.
As if no fucks are given, Bodi puts on a poker face, straightening his body.
“Rachel,” he says in greeting. “Can I help you?”
“Are you ready for that meeting?” She holds up a notebook.
“Yeah, if you can make sure everyone is present, I’ll be right there.”
Rachel nods, then slogs from my desk with narrowed eyes toward the hall that leads to the conference room. When she’s out of sight, Bodi gives me a smirk that would knock me off my socks if I wasn’t sitting down.
Fuck, did we just blow our cover? My heart gallops in my chest, my eyes wide, because what the fuck will we say if she’s going to talk? Speculate? Gossip? I usually eat lunch at my desk, because Agnes can’t leave the phone, and I like spending time with the woman. But I’ve heard the way the rest of the women at KPI talk when they are taking coffee breaks. It’s very… girly.
But when I glance up at the big boss, he doesn’t seem worried. Not even a little.
“You wanna play games? Game on, babe.” He winks, then gets up. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, confused when he walks away.
“You’re taking notes.”
“I’m taking notes,” I parrot with my brows raised at this new task I’m getting, and I exchange a look with Agnes.
She shrugs, just giving me an amused smile while I get up, grabbing a notepad before I follow Bodi into the hallway.
When my feet trot me into the boardroom, I am met by a dozen curious gazes of all KPI’s editors, and I offer them a tight smile as I glance around the room to find out where I should sit. Bodi is sitting on the head of the rectangle table and the only empty chair that’s left is on the other side. I move to take a seat, but hold still when Bodi raises his hand.
“Hold on, Kayla. Rachel, can you switch with her?” He looks at Rachel sitting beside him, and an awkward feeling washes my body. Rachel gives him a confused look, seeming a bit stunned by his request.
“But I always sit here?”
“I know, but I want Kayla to take notes.”
“And she can’t do that over there?”
Bodi’s face darkens, looking sexy yet intimidating as fuck, and I swallow away the dryness in my mouth as I shift on my feet.
“No,” he rumbles. “She can’t.”
Rachel holds his gaze with a glare, then gets up with a pissed look aimed my way. I offer her an apologetic smile, mouthing a sorry, and she meets it with one of her own, though it doesn’t match the anger in her eyes.
Not the way to make friends, Kayla.
A little uncomfortable, I sit down next to Bodi and catch him giving me a side glance before he opens the meeting. I write everything down as he gives every editor the chance to update him about their ongoing projects and releases. With each editor, his stance seems to grow more irritated, not happy with what they come back with.
He clears his throat. “Come on, people. I want more than this.”
“More what?” Rachel questions with a stern look.
“These all sound like fun and potentially good sales, but I want a new bestseller. The next Dan Brown, a new Fifty Shades of Grey. Anything that is relatable enough for a big crowd but shows some originality.”
“What about that script I gave you?” Rachel frowns, and I’m assuming she’s talking about the manuscript from her friend that Bodi told me about.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you, but it was boring. The plot was too easy, and I only finished it because it was your friend.”
Rachel’s face falls when Bodi blurts out the words in a harsh tone, and I feel sorry for her. She seems like she loves her work, but right now she looks like she wants to disappear into the floor while the rest of the staff shifts in their seats. No one dares to speak up, and my free hand falls under the table before resting on Bodi’s leg.
It’s unable to be seen by anyone else, but his eyes briefly find mine while I watch how he swallows hard. I’m overstepping, trust me, I’m aware. But my intuition is telling me that his frustration is not going to spur anyone to share anything with him.
“Anyone?” he barks through the room.
I squeeze his leg and his head turns toward me.
“Calm down,” I mouth, trying to make him aware of his stance.
He breathes out loudly, then drops his hand under the table. I square my shoulders, clenching my jaw when he grips my hand and places it on the hard-on that’s pushing through his jeans.
What the fuck, that arrogant dick ?!
Literally.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a little frustrated.” He keeps my hand tightly pressed against his groin as he keeps talking, never missing a beat. “KPI is the leader in publishing right now, and I wish to keep it that way.”
He’s frustrated, no shit. I, however, am feeling all kinds of different shit.
Horrified.
Turned on.
Giddy.
Uncomfortable.
Horny.
He rubs my hand over the fabric in small movements to make sure no one can detect it while clearing his throat. Someone starts to talk, but my focus can’t move away from what I’m feeling under my palm. My fingers barely hold on to the pen as I try to scribble words onto the white paper.
Fuck, so horny.
The burning feeling of my pussy growing wetter by the second has me shutting my eyes, imagining his dick springing free, laying in my hand completely bare.
Of his heat radiating against my palm.
Of the velvety skin sliding against mine.
Of the–
“Kayla?” I snap my head toward Bodi, who’s looking at me with a smug grin sitting on his handsome face. The glint of amusement tells me he’s fully aware of what he’s doing to me, and my eyes shoot daggers at him.
“Sorry?”
“Are you still taking notes?”
I glance down at my notepad, then bring my gaze back up.
“Yes. Sorry,” I stammer. “Please continue.”
He proceeds with whatever he was talking about while I do my best to write everything down that’s being said. But with every passing moment, Bodi’s voice grows huskier, his movements under the table more frantic, and my sentences become shorter and shorter until finally I just scramble down key words I can’t even decipher the meaning of. After another couple minutes of torture, and a lot of words I didn’t follow, Bodi finally closes the meeting.
Thank heavens.
“Alright, let’s get back together next week.” He quickly gets up, letting go of my hand, and I push out a breath of relief. With big strides, he walks out of the boardroom before everyone else, and I take the time to gather my stuff to give myself a moment to cool down.
That was the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. But also the hottest. Most erotic… and oh, my gosh, I’m suddenly in the mood to watch some office porn.
When the room is completely empty, I look out of the window, rubbing my hands over my flushed cheeks.
I know he said he was going to torture me, but he caught me off guard, and fucking hell, it’s even sexier than I expected it to be. If this is how it feels for him when I keep pushing him into temptation, I have even more respect that he’s been holding off for so long. My lips purse, suppressing a smile with a bemused feeling as I find my way out of the boardroom and back to my desk.
When I get back there, Bodi’s office is empty and my phone vibrates in my hand.
BODI: Can you get me some coffee from the coffee corner? Now, please.
I frown, until I see the please , then I put my stuff down on my desk, giving Agnes a coy smile. “I’m going to get some coffee for Bodi. Do you want anything?”
She looks at me from over the rim of her glasses, shaking her head to decline.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
With a steady march, I head back into the hallway on my way to the coffee corner that’s more like a small cabinet at the end of the hall. But before I can reach halfway, a shriek erupts from my chest when someone pulls me into the janitor’s closet, wrapping their hand over my mouth. My heart falls to the floor, my eyes widening in shock until the familiar smell of Bodi’s coco wax seeps into my nose.
Asshole!
Pissed off, I pull his wrist to give my mouth free rein and when I spin on the spot to face him, he’s smirking at me with lustful eyes underneath the small lightbulb.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Ssssh!” he scolds.
“You gave me a damn heart attack!” I slap his chest and he winces, with a grin splitting his face.
“Ah, baby, did I scare you?” He bites his lip, then pulls me closer by my neck. His other arm snakes behind my back, locking the door behind us.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re a tease.”
“I’m a tease ?” I point my finger at my chest. “You’re the one who basically made me glide off that chair by rubbing my hand against your dick.”
“I know.” A boyish grin lifts the corner of his mouth and it makes butterflies fly through my stomach.
“ IN a meeting ,” I rebuke.
“I know.” His playful stance never changes, and boy, does it turn me on even more. My thighs clench together when he tugs me closer, brushing his lips on the corner of my parted ones.
“You seem pretty content about yourself, Mr. McKay.′
He lets out a pained moan. “Babe, you can’t call me that. You’ll make me come without touching me.”
“What?” I cheer. “I must have some kind of super-talent, then.”
A long, open-mouthed kiss lands on my cheek, and I hum at his touch. “You definitely have many talents.”
“Yeah?” My eyes close, wanting to enjoy every single time he presses his lips on my skin.
“Many talents.”
“Like what?” I ask while he moves his mouth down my neck.
“Organizing.” Kiss. “Planning fundraisers.” Kiss. “Making me laugh.” Kiss. The last one does something to my heart, and steals my breath. He does the same to me. My days have been so much more fun since I’ve started spending them with Bodi.
“Is that so?”
He hums in agreement while my hands begin to undo his jeans. He said no sex in the office . He never said anything about the janitor’s closet, and the son of a bitch got me all riled up with a boardroom full of people.
I’ve earned my fun. Consequences be damned.
“Let me show you one more, then.” He pulls his head back, giving me a bewildered look.
“What are you doing?” His eyes are no longer playful, solely glazed with a craving I can sense between my legs.
“Showing you a talent I reserved just for you.”
I wait for his disapproval, his reprimand. His reminder that we’re at work. But he stays silent. When he just licks his lips in anticipation, I get down on my knees, taking his jeans and boxers with me. He peers down at me with parted lips, an amazed expression written on his face.
Without waiting for his response, I grasp his throbbing length, covering the tip with my lips. Tentatively, I swirl my tongue around it, tasting every single inch of his skin while he motivates me with a deep moan.
I take him in both hands, then pull back, looking up at him through my lashes.
“You have to be quiet, Mr. McKay. We don’t want anyone to think you’re giving me special treatment.”