Holy mother of god, I think as I turn away from my boss to grab some stuff from the new coolers. I was a few seconds away from jumping into his arms. If his stomach hadn't rumbled just now, I probably would have just peeled myself out of my workout clothes and spread myself open here on the counter.
Shit, he looks even hotter in jeans and a hockey jersey than he does in his designer suits. He's still pretty stiff in his weekend getup. His posture. Maybe his d**k, too? I put my knuckle in my mouth, telling myself I can't be thinking about his d**k. Ever. Maybe I should get him to yell at me again so I stop thinking with my c**t and maintain my professional dignity.
"Let me guess," I say. "You forgot to eat breakfast again."
Tim grins and hops up on the counter, sitting beside me as I
