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I walked over to the door and unlocked it, but left it closed. When I turned around, she was watching me, a smile hovering on her lips.

“What was that about?” I asked.

Her mouth quirked. “I told you…sexual frustration.”

“And did that help?”

A knowing smile. “It helped you, didn’t it?”

I sighed and scrubbed a hand across my face, then made my way back to the desk and sank into my seat, ready to continue the conversation. Before I could figure out what to say, there was a knock at the door and it opened. Daddy Dearest poked his head in.

Holy Christ. If he’d tried that door five minutes before, it would have been locked and the whole situation would have been extremely suspicious. Had he been able to open the door, he would have found his daughter kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth. I went pale and April looked startled.

“April, I’m out for the night. I just wanted to say goodbye. I’ll see you down at our house for the weekend? Sarah and Daniel are really excited.”

She took a deep breath and let it go, holding her dad’s gaze for a long moment before nodding. “Yeah. Uh, sure.”

Minutes after he was gone, there was silence between us. I tried to focus on my task at hand while she seemed to be engrossed in her own work. All of a sudden, she burst out laughing.

And I couldn’t help it—I started to laugh, too.

When Adam came through the door to say he was locking up and sending everyone home, we were still cracking up and he stared at us like we were insane.

“Don’t mind us. We’re just giddy with exhaustion,” she said.

Adam frowned. “Ohhkay. All the more reason to go home and go to bed.”

I mock saluted him and he returned with a salute of his own, of the middle finger variety.

“Your cousin’s going to be happy you’re getting home at a decent hour.” April gave me a strange look. She didn’t know about the Adam-Mia cousin connection. I didn’t bother to explain.

“Die in a fire,” he replied.

After closing up shop, I walked out with the group while humming the tune to “Dueling Banjos.” At least Mia thought it was amusing. The boss, not so much.

***

We had four days until the IPO roadshow began. It would be two weeks of whirlwind visits to major cities across the country, presenting our case to the big bankers and investment companies for their backing. In a mere fifteen days, we were going to take Draco Multimedia Entertainment (under the New York Stock Exchange symbol, DME) to the market, and we needed them in our corner when it came time to ring the bell.

That didn’t mean I kept my hands off of April, though. The BJ in my office re-opened a sexual Pandora’s box that could not be closed, even if we’d wanted to.

The next day, just before lunch, April brought me some reports to glance through. She stood a little too close and smelled a little too good. I looked at the mess on my desk and sighed at the thought of all the work I had to do. She waited for me to say something, and I muttered about how annoyed I was that Charles was over at her desk every five minutes.

“Hmm. You’re not...jealous, are you?”

I lifted my brow. “No. I just don’t like how he’s distracting you from your work.”

“I’m getting my work done. But if you want, I’ll tell him that you told me to tell him to stay away.”

“I didn’t tell you to tell him that.”

She leaned against my desk, arms folded. “You seem a little frustrated, Mr. Fawkes. Can I help you with that?”

I clenched my jaw and scowled at her. She reached into her pocket, pulled something out and bent forward, stuffing it into my shirt pocket. “My lunch hour starts at one, and I might be hanging out in that ladies’ room off the warehouse that no one ever uses…”

With that, she straightened, pivoted and walked out, my eyes fastened to her ass like glue. When she sat at her desk, she tapped her chest to indicate I should look in my pocket. I did…and wished I hadn’t.

That foil wrapper represented everything I shouldn’t do but probably would.

I spent my lunch hour considering the possibility of an ice-cold shower in my private bathroom. At one, my phone chimed with a new text. I knew who it was from. I glanced up at her desk anyway and saw that she was, in fact, gone.

Come find me.

That was all it took. I was hard as a rock—again. Goddamn it. I had work to do. A lot of work to do. But I wanted her so badly it hurt.

I found her waiting by the door to the restroom in question. Without a word, we went inside and I spent the next half hour spreading her against the wall and having my way with her.