Page 121 of Shifted Desire

We chat about the pros and cons of living in various places as she eats, eventually coming to the conclusion that we’ll save the cabin for special occasions and stick to the plan of splitting our time between the city and the suburbs.

“Do I still work for you?” Samantha asks, shifting the conversation suddenly.

Shit, I hadn’t really thought about that. Romantic relationships aren’t forbidden as long as they're declared to HR, but I’m going to get my ass chewed out by my father if he finds out I’ve been sleeping with my assistant.

For the oddest reason, that thought makes me grin. Let him get as mad as he wants. He can’t fire me because he doesn’t work there anymore. He can’t control me and I’m done trying to meet his impossible standards.

It feels ridiculous that it took me this long to realize that, but gods, it’s a relief.

“If you want to. I’d hate to lose such a capable assistant, but I understand if you’d rather not.”

“You’d be a mess without me,” she teases.

“That’s true in many regards. Don’t base your decision on that. I’m going to retire in a few years, anyway.”

She raises a brow. “Oh yeah?”

I hadn’t let myself seriously consider it before, but, fuck it. I have more than enough money saved, and I’ve done my time as a corporate drone. “Yes.”

Samantha thinks for a moment, a smile spreading across her lips. “If you retire, then I could apprentice with my dad to learn more about enchantments.”

The excitement in her voice is palpable. “You don’t have to wait for me to retire. You could do that now.”

“Nah, I want more time in the office with you, Sir. We barely scratched the surface of our free use agreement.”

“Very true,” I murmur, voice thickening. “You’d want to continue that?”

Her grin is sharp. “Yes, Sir.”

“If you don’t stop calling me that, I’m going to want to use you right now,” I warn.

“Oh no…don’t do that…”

She giggles as I pull the tray away. “Hey, I wasn’t done eating!”

“You can have more later. It’s time for me to take care of my needy mate.”

She pulls the covers down and spreads her thighs in a blatant invitation. “You’re right, I’m very, very needy.”

I shake my head and head to the bathroom to grab the healing oil she mentioned.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m getting the massage oil.”

She huffs. “Fine. But this massage better have a happy ending, or I want my money back.”

Bottle of oil procured, I return to find her lying on her stomach, head turned to watch me. She eyes the obvious erection tenting my sweatpants and winks. “It'll be easier to give me a deep massage if you take those off.”

“You’re too sore,” I say with a frown, as much as I like the thought.

“It’s safe for internal use and can double as lube,” she says, as if she’d already planned for this.

Scanning the label, I find that she’s not lying. She tilts her hips up, presenting herself to me. “Come on, wolfy. Put some of that magic oil on your dick and make me feel better.”

“Don’t call me wolfy,” I groan, even as I shove my sweatpants down.

Her laugh turns into a moan as I straddle her legs, my dick nestled against her pert ass. She tries to push back against me, but I place a hand on her back. “Lie still.”