Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SEVEN
My cock hardens as I watch the video play on my phone screen.
Grace’s cheeks are flushed, her lips parted and swollen in the perfect little moan.
I’ve rewatched the video at least fifty times this morning, unable to pull myself from the screen no matter what I try.
I can’t help it. She just looks so perfect coming on my tongue.
I pause on the image of her face while she’s coming, and compare it to the serious expression she’s wearing now.
I grin, knowing she’s likely uncomfortable in the chastity belt.
She keeps shifting in her seat, her cheeks heated as she tries to gain relief, but no matter how hard she tries, she won’t.
I love knowing that I hold the key to her pleasure now, but I won’t give it to her until she's good and ready for me.
Unable to hold off any longer, I get up from my chair and head over to Grace’s desk. She looks up as I get close, her face heating with desire and shame. The perfect combination.
“Good morning, Miss Kent,” I say, grinning. I can’t help it—I love to watch her squirm.
“Mr. Graves.” She offers me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and she shifts in her chair again. “Anything I can do for you?”
“Actually, yes. I was wondering if you had managed to get me the product information I asked you for?”
Her mouth falls open as a look of mortification replaces her cool indifference. “Oh my God. I completely forgot!” She shakes her head. “I am so sorry. I can work through the night and have them to you tomorrow morning—”
“It’s okay, Grace.” I rest a hand on her shoulder to calm her. “I don’t need it until Friday. I just wanted to see if you had it early.”
“Oh.” She lets out a relieved sigh. “Good. In that case, I should be able to get it to you before then.”
“Perfect.” I check my watch casually. “It’s almost noon. Want to grab some lunch?”
When I snuck into the break room this morning to steal her lunch like usual, it wasn’t in the fridge. I can only assume she forgot or purposely didn’t bring one. I’m hoping it’s the latter, because that would mean Grace wants to spend more time with me.
As soon as I get my hopes up, her face pales slightly, and I know she’s going to give me some terrible news.
“Actually, I brought my lunch.” She gestures to the paper bag on her desk I hadn’t noticed before. “Just a plain peanut butter sandwich. Boring, but at least I don’t have to worry about someone snagging it from the fridge.”
“What a good idea.” I hope the disappointment isn’t showing on my face. “In that case, I’ll leave you to your work.”
She smiles, relieved. “Have a good day, Mr. Graves.”
I dip my chin. “You as well.” Turning on my heel, I storm back to my office. It takes all my self-control not to rip the door off its hinges and throw it across the room, but somehow I manage to swallow my feelings and close it softly behind me.
This isn’t supposed to happen. The entire fucking point of pretending to be her boss is so I can spend more time with her, and now she’s cutting me off.
All I want is to be with her. To spend time with her and hold her hand.
To touch her, drive her insane, and make her scream.
To show her just how obsessed with her I really am.
Fine. If she won’t play with Archer Graves, she’ll have to spend a lot more time with Red 7.