The door swung open before Grayson could fully collect himself. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down, dropping quickly into his chair to hide his obvious arousal. His heart hammered against his ribs as he tried to appear composed, all too aware of Honey crouched beneath his desk. He kept his legs apart to give her room, her face mere inches from his crotch.
Henderson, the head of legal, walked in with his head bent over a stack of files. He didn't immediately look up, giving Grayson precious seconds to pull his chair closer to the desk.
"Taylor, I have the contract revisions you requested," Henderson said, still scanning the document in his hands. "There are a few clauses I've highlighted that need your attention before—"
"Henderson," Grayson interrupted, his voice remarkabl
