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Guilty Pleasure
Book: Guilty Pleasure Read Online Free
Author: Jane O'Reilly
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look like a pervert.’
    ‘Appearances can be deceiving,’ he says. ‘Because neither do you.’
    ‘I wish that I was wearing a skirt,’ I reply.
    ‘Why?’
    I lift my drink, sip a little. ‘Because I really need your fingers inside me right now.’
    Ethan lifts his pint, takes a long, slow pull. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his throat work, as I watch Cal playing on the quiz machine. A couple of girls have moved closer, and it doesn’t surprise me to see him quickly engage them in conversation. ‘I see.’
    He moves his hand away, and my heart leaps up into my throat. ‘I shouldn’t have said that,’ I say quickly, panic rising inside me.
    ‘On the contrary,’ he says. ‘It’s exactly what you should have said.’ He sets down his pint and gets to his feet. He smoothes his tie and looks down at me. Everything he does is so careful, so considered. I’m constantly wondering what he’s going to do next, what he’s going to say. ‘I’m going back to the office for a bit,’ he says. ‘I have some work I need to finish.’ He moves away from the table, talks to Cal for a moment. Cal looks at Ethan, then looks over at me.
    Then Ethan walks out of the pub. I don’t let myself watch him go. I play with my drink and I play with a beer mat and I ache and ache and ache. And then I get to my feet and walk over to Cal. ‘I’ve got to get going,’ I tell him. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ One of the girls scowls at me.
    Cal raises an eyebrow. ‘Not going back to the office, then?’
    ‘No. Why would I be going back to the office?’
    ‘To work,’ he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
    ‘I don’t work all the time,’ I say. ‘I do have a life.’
    ‘No you don’t.’ He lifts his pint and takes a pull on it, daring me to contradict him.
    ‘Whatever,’ I say. I shake my head, and then I turn and walk away, walk out of the pub. Outside, the street isn’t busy, but it isn’t quiet either. People are strolling together, talking, living their lives in the late afternoon sunshine, and as I watch them, it occurs to me that I’m never outside at this time. I’m always at my desk. And yes, maybe I do work a lot, but what choice do I have? I snatch a little more of that outside air, and then I turn on my heel and start to walk back towards the office. It doesn’t take me long to get there, not long at all, and I sprint up the stairs. Quickly, quickly.
    Ethan is in his office, with the door open. I walk into mine, put my bag down in the usual place, take off my jacket and turn on my computer. I pull in some air. My entire body is hot with need, a feeling I can’t seem to shake.
    I grip the back of my chair. Ethan is right there, only a few feet away, but I can’t seem to make myself go into his office, even though I desperately want to. I know what I came here for, and so does he, and when he gets to his feet and walks out of his office and into mine, I know that we are about to cross a line.
    ‘It’s only wrong if we get caught,’ he whispers, as he nuzzles my hair back and touches his mouth to the nape of my neck. His hot, wicked mouth. I grip the back of my chair even tighter, my nails digging into the leather. He isn’t touching me anywhere else, his hands hidden inside his trouser pockets. He’s taken off his jacket, and I can see the outline of his body through the close fit of his pristine white shirt, the curve of a white vest underneath.
    I’m in trouble, here. I’m in a whole lot of trouble. He slides his hands out of his pockets, those long-fingered, talented hands that create such beautiful buildings, and places them on my hips, moving his lean body in behind me. We stand like that for a moment, both fully clothed, the thick ridge of his erection pressing lightly against the curve of my bum.
    If someone caught us now, we could still make it look like nothing. But it isn’t nothing. When his hands slide up and his fingers catch the edge of my blouse and
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