Page 21 of Sexy Bad Boss

“Of course I am,” she says. “Have to keep your business running, remember?”

I need her here with me, not in my office.

“We can do that from here. You’ll just need to reschedule any in-person meetings, and possibly cancel that trip to San Francisco.”

She frowns. “I was looking forward to exploring some of the wineries in Napa Valley.”

I wish I could explore you. I place my elbow on the table and rub at my temple. I swear, not only can I hear that little devil whispering in my head, I can practically see him perched on my shoulder, laughing at my struggle to keep my thoughts from straying into inappropriate territory. Over my admin, for Christ’s sake.

She leaps to her feet and rushes around the table. “Are you all right?” She bends over and the front of her—my—shirt falls away from her chest, giving me a bird’s eye view of her delightfully pert breasts.

I can’t help it; I lean forward until my forehead brushes against her chest. I feel her heart beating, watch her nipples pucker, and I lick my lips. God, I want a taste. Just a lick and a suckle. And—

Myra grabs my head and lifts my face until I’m staring into her eyes, which are wide, the pupils darting back and forth. “James? James, focus. Can you hear me? Should I call the doctor?”

I shake my head, but she doesn’t release her hold. “No, I’m fine. I just…”

I want you.

No, no, that’s not right. “I’m tired, I guess. Moving about in this contraption is far more difficult than it looks.”

“Here, let me get you inside. You need to lie down, get some rest.”

It doesn’t take long until I’m settled on the couch and Myra is trying to tuck a blanket around my legs, which is unnecessary as the temperature in the condo is plenty warm enough. Not to mention, I don’t want her to get too close and realize my dick isn’t doing a very good job of following her directions.

But Myra is a damned determined woman, and when she makes up her mind about something, it’s nearly impossible to sway her. Pulling my mother’s homemade afghan off the back of the couch, she shakes out the folds and drapes it over my legs, reaching across my lap to tuck the fringed edge between me and the cushion. My pecker leaps for joy at her nearness, the head bumping into her arm. She jerks away, dragging across my sensitive skin, and I bow into myself, shockwaves of unexpected pleasure surging through my body like a freaking lightning strike.

And unsurprisingly, I’m not any less hard, despite that embarrassing interaction. Myra is staring at my lap like she’s never seen a guy’s rock hard dick before.

I grasp the blanket, bunching it on my legs to hide the evidence of my arousal. This is ridiculous. And embarrassing. I cannot imagine what Myra must be thinking, seeing her boss tenting his pants over her.

For five years, we’ve had an easy, relaxed rapport. In fact, since her first day on the job, she’s had this same comfortable relationship with all of us. Well, not exactly the same, I suppose. She and Garrett have always acted like brother and sister, and she’s always mothered Paynt, even though she’s only three years his senior. And she and I have never been precisely friends, either, like her and Ronnie.

Still, when it comes down to it, we are business associates. Practically partners, truth be told. Okay, Chloe technically is my partner, but Myra, she’s…I don’t know. Necessary. How many deals has she managed to step in and close when I struggled to grasp what the client really wanted? It’s funny; I never considered promoting her into a different position because she has always been so perfect as my assistant. To be fair, she’s never asked, either.

“Is that what you want?” I ask abruptly.

Her gaze whips to my face and she licks her lips, and my mind leaps right back into the gutter. My vision goes hazy as the image of her standing over me shifts, and instead, she’s kneeling next to the couch, her head bobbing over my lap while my hand is twisted in her hair, the other gripping the cushion while I try to hold out because this is so damn good I want it to go on forever and—

“Er, what do you mean?” she asks, and I shake my head to clear the fantasy. I can conjure it up later, when I’m alone. Even though I shouldn’t.

“A promotion,” I manage to croak. The tension seeps from my body, the idea pushing away the fog in my brain. Yes, this is why Myra has decided to quit. I’m not sure why it was such a shock to me that I tripped over the goat at Paynt’s wedding, but that doesn’t matter now.

“I’ll hate not having you as my assistant, because we work so well together, but I can’t hold you back any longer, Supergirl. If anyone deserves to fly, it’s you. I should have promoted you a long time ago. And I’m sorry I apparently took it so poorly last night when you obviously suggested it. I don’t have an excuse. But I can make it right now. How would you like to be my partner?”

“Partner?”

I nod, grinning widely. Her eyes are huge, her mouth a perfect O. Not quite the reaction I expect for such an offer, but it has been five years. I’m sure she’s shocked I’ve finally come to my senses.

“Yes. I want you to be my business partner.”