6
Claire had never handled a man quite like Sammie. Bringing him onto the
team had been a bold, impulsive move one sparked more by a desire to
shake things up than logic. Her team of five was lovely, sure… but too
agreeable, too eager to please. She’d wanted someone to stir things, add
a bit of fire. Unfortunately, Sammie wasn’t delivering on the skills.
His tech game was weak. His spreadsheets were sloppy. His PowerPoints? A
snoozefest. But what he lacked in performance, he more than made up for
in something else.
He was fucking hot.
The kind of hot that made
Claire shift in her chair a little too often during meetings. His
appraisal that morning had been brutal she’d been honest about his
shortcomings. But even as she called him out, her eyes kept slipping to
the curve of his biceps under that too-tight shirt, the sharp cut of his
jaw, the teasing edge in his smile.
He stood to leave, defeated, and
Claire’s eyes trailed down to the strong curve of his ass. God, even
when he was screwing up, he looked good doing it.
“I’m sorry I’m so crap,” he muttered at the door.
Claire tilted her head, lips curving. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
Their eyes locked for a second too long. Something shifted in the air something heavy, heated.
“You’re a nice guy,” she continued softly. “You bring… sparkle.”
“Sparkle?” he repeated, eyebrow raised.
“You’re easy to be around. Easy to… work with.” Her voice had dipped on that last part, nearly betraying her thoughts.
Sammie smirked. “I hope I don’t seem too flirty. At least that didn’t make it into the appraisal.”
The silence that followed pulsed between them thick, charged.
Claire’s
lips parted. Her brain screamed don’t do this, but the ache between her
thighs told her otherwise. “I know I’m your boss. I know this is highly
inappropriate and yes, I’ll regret saying it… but some of us do enjoy
those flirtatious moments.” She paused, heat flickering in her gaze.
“And you’ve got one hell of a hot ass.”
Sammie stepped forward, slow and deliberate. “Well, if we’re being inappropriate… yours isn’t so bad either.”
Claire’s
stomach dipped. She knew her ass looked good in pencil skirts, but
hearing it from Sammie made something inside her tighten.
Another pause. A long, Sammiegerous one.
Then Sammie casually dropped a bomb. “Last person who complimented my ass… was a guy.”
Claire’s breath hitched. “A man?” She tilted her head, intrigued. “So… are you?”
He didn’t answer. Just tossed it right back. “Are you?”
Oh, he was good. And the gleam in his eyes told her he was enjoying this little game as much as she was.
She leaned back, smile slow and sinful. “I’ve definitely enjoyed a woman’s touch. More than once.”
Sammie’s gaze darkened.
“Well,”
he replied, “the guy who liked my ass we were with this incredible
woman. She was all about threesomes. Loved two men at once.”
Claire’s thighs clenched.
“You like threesomes?” she asked, voice like warm velvet.
“Don’t you?”
“Mmm. I’m rather partial… especially if another woman’s involved.”
Sammie’s eyebrow rose. “Ever done two men?”
Claire met his gaze, bold now. “You clearly have. And yes. I have.”
“What did you do?”
Claire
let the silence stretch, baiting him. She could see the tension in his
jaw, the hunger behind his teasing smile. God, she wanted to see how far
he’d go.
“The usual,” she said airily. “But I can get pretty… adventurous.”
Sammie’s voice dropped. “Did you go all the way? DP?”
Claire arched a brow. “That’s quite a question to ask your boss.”
“But you did, didn’t you?”
She smirked. “I think you know the answer.”
The electricity between them was undeniable now sharp, sultry, impossible to ignore.
Claire
knew they’d crossed the line. Hell, they’d obliterated it. But she
didn’t care. She was soaked, throbbing, and one push from bending him
over that desk and taking what she wanted.
Sammie leaned in, voice low. “You’d be pretty fucking hardcore if you did.”
She didn’t move just let her gaze drop slowly to the bulge forming b
eneath his belt.
“Oh honey,” she murmured, lips curving. “You have no idea.”