Chapter 38. Jealous, Mr. Thompson

Joan POV

My heart thudded in my chest as I perched on the edge of his desk. Aaron raised a brow at me, his hands sliding up my thighs to part my legs, muttering something I couldn’t quite hear under his breath.

The pencil skirt I’d worn didn’t make it easy for him, but somehow, he still managed to bunch it up to my thighs until my panties were fully exposed. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver as heat spread through my body like a slow burn.

I planted my hands firmly on the desk to steady myself, my eyes flickering toward the door. My tongue darted out to wet my lips nervously.

“Aaron, I don’t think we should do this. Anyone could walk in,” I muttered, my voice quiet. He didn’t look fazed, his hooded eyes meeting mine as his hand slid beneath my skirt and shifted my panties to the side.

“No one walks into my office without permission,” he said, his tone calm and assured. “And just so you feel better, the door’s locked.” My lips parted slig