“These construction workers just keep getting bolder.”
Leighton kisses across my shoulders, and I groan.
“When’s your first shift?”
“Right now,” she says, her breath heating my muscles and waking up my cock. “I work lunch, then a few hours at the poolside bar, and I’m serving for Kennedy’s luau on the beach tonight.”
I move an arm down to hook around her waist, and she gasps when I drag her onto the mattress and underneath me. “You’re fired.”
She smiles, blinking up at me. “You can’t fire me.” She presses on my chest, so I’ll roll onto my back, which I gladly do. Unfortunately instead of mounting me, she climbs off the bed. “If you did, who would do the server schedules?”
I rake my gaze over her ass as she walks away, hard and not thinking straight. Pretty much the usual effect she has on me. Except, now that I’ve had her, I somehow want her more.
“Show me your tits before you leave.”
Leighton spins at the door, biting her lip, and without even hesitating, she lifts her polo. No bra. No tank top. Just perky tits and rosy nipples. I growl, and she lowers her shirt, cheeks pink. Then she checks the hallway before slipping out, leaving me gripping my shaft.
***
I finally roll into the resort around noon and take care of a few things before I head to the dining room. Leighton’s in the private room, and I wait in the server hallway for her to pop around the corner.
“Hey,” I say.
She stops in her tracks, eyes wide when she sees me in the dim corridor. “Hey…what are you doing here?”
“Uhhh, I wanted to see you?” I kick off the wall and step closer, running my hands over her waist, but she quickly wiggles away from me.
“Knox,” she hisses. “You can’t do that here.”
My jaw clenches as she cranes her neck around to check if anyone saw me touch her.
“Seriously, Leighton? You still want to pull the we don’t know each other bullshit after my tongue’s been in your ass?”
She turns bright scarlet and does another sweep for anyone who might see her with me. “Can you stop, please?” she whisper-yells at me. “You know how bad—”
Cole rounds the corner then, spotting us, and he turns right the fuck around and walks back into the kitchen.
“Smarter than I give him credit for,” I growl.
Leighton’s eyes return to me, and she sighs. “I have to get back to my tables. Can we talk about this later? Maybe I can work on the schedules in your office when I finish here?”
“I don’t know, Leighton,” I say. “Are we going to know each other by then?”
She bites her lip, stepping close enough she can covertly drag her fingers across my abs under my polo. They tighten, along with my dick farther south, and I reluctantly play along with her ridiculous request, glancing for staff before pulling her to me and kissing her hard. By the time she whimpers, I’m pulling away and walking to the kitchen.
“My office after your shift, Howard.”
***
Even though I try to let it go, Leighton basically blowing me off digs at me. Not even a two-hour lunch with Brex in the security room kills my mood.
I might not be a fan of the word no in general, but my issue isn’t that she wanted me to keep my hands off her. My problem is with the reason why. It has nothing to do with me being her boss. Fuck, the hallway earlier didn’t even have to do with the fact our parents are getting married—an entirely different level of shit to deal with at a later date.
Leighton wants me to pretend I don’t know her because she’s worried about how people will treat her differently. And if she were just a townie working as a manager or even just Brent Cabot’s future stepdaughter, I’d understand. The townies would label her a traitor and act like fuckwads, and the ivies would remind her she’s not one of them.
But no one would touch her if they knew she was with me. I’d fire the first one of those assholes to even blink at her wrong, and the rest of the staff would treat her like goddamn royalty the rest of summer.
Because my old man might own the resort, but Kennedy, Brex, and I run this motherfucker.
A soft knock pulls my attention from my phone, and I look up as Leighton creaks the door open. She holds the service schedules, hesitating inside the door after shutting it.
“Hey,” she says quietly. Her blonde hair hangs loose over one shoulder, and she skims her fingers over a tan thigh at the bottom of her shorts.
“Miss Howard,” I say dryly.
Her eyes roll. “I’m sorry, okay? There are just so many moving parts, and it’s messy, and—”
“I get it,” I tell her. “I mean, I don’t, but I’ll pretend.”
Honestly, I just don’t want to fight about it. I’ve been a goddamn knot over it all afternoon, and we can deal with it later.
“But,” I say, “you have to let me feel you up all I want in here.”
She lifts the papers. “Can you wait until I finish these?”
“Only one way to find out.” I roll my chair back, and she raises her brows, eyes darting to the two chairs on the opposite side of my desk. “They’re broken—a safety hazard. It would be irresponsible of me to let you sit in them.”
She grins on her way over, and I pull her onto my lap. After she plants two quick kisses on my lips, she twists around to the desk, and I go back to my phone. Well, I pretend to do that, too, and I last about twenty minutes before she shifts, grinding her ass against my junk.
My cock stirs, and all bets are off. I run my hands up her bare thighs, kissing the back of her neck while she works.
“Knox.” She sighs, chastising me even though her legs part.
“You sure you want me to wait?” I push my hand under her polo, seeking out the tits that have tortured me all day. “You don’t want me touching you like this?”
Her nipple hardens under my thumb, and Leighton moans, dropping her pen. She shifts forward into my hand, so I move up to open the button on her khakis and pull down the zipper. I lean back in my chair, pulling her with me until I can fit my hand into her shorts. The blood thunders in my ears when I graze over the wet spot of her panties.
“Let me bend you over my desk, baby. Spread you wide and fuck you right here.” I stroke her through the fabric, lifting my hips to press my raging erection into her. “Right now.”
“Someone could walk in,” she whispers. “Kennedy…”
Leighton whimpers when I roll her clit through her panties. She pushes back and rubs her ass on my cock through my jeans, and I groan. I roll the chair back and stand us both up, turning her around to kiss her savagely. My hands roam down, cupping her full ass and grinding our bodies together.
“Take me somewhere, Knox.”
The words barely leave her mouth before I yank her away from the desk. I grab my keys and drag her out of the office. She scans the empty corridor while I lock the door, and then my hand slides into hers. I pull her with me, every part of my being focused on getting inside her.