Crazy, Stupid Sex by Maisey Yates

turned him down. It was unbelievable.
    “Why did she put you in a cubicle?”
    He looked over and saw a group of guys in skinny jeans and hoodies looking at him. “Because she wasn’t willing to share her desk space. Don’t you people have coffee to brew?”
    The guy who’d already spoken, with dark scruffy hair and a beard, shrugged. “No, we’re making a new game app. With unicorns.”
    “Sounds cool,” Caleb said, his tone dry.
    “We weaponized the horn,” said the shortest guy, shifting in his bright red sneakers.
    “I want to play,” Caleb said.
    The first guy shrugged. “Sure.”

Chapter Six
    Evie was sitting at her desk getting increasingly antsy. She was trying to figure out some fun, interactive things to add to the different lists in the app so it wasn’t just sedentary text. But she’d gotten to the sex tips portion and her brain was starting to short circuit. As was her body.
    She blamed stupid Caleb Anderson. Stupid Caleb Anderson and his lack of Whovian knowledge. Stupid Caleb Anderson who had invaded her space, her office, her domain. Stupid Caleb Anderson who was supposed to stay a one-night stand, and who had not.
    One night of reckless abandon didn’t work when it followed you back into real life. Then it became a consequence. Dammit, she didn’t want a consequence. She just wanted a brilliant sexual experience, exquisite oral sex and absolutely no reckoning for her pleasure. Was that so freaking much to ask?
    She skimmed down the list. Her entire body heating with every item read. Because she was picturing doing it all with Caleb.
    Number five: when you’re going down on your man, make sure to use your hands. Cup his testicles—
    Oh, cheese and rice.
    She skipped ahead. She had the idea.
    Number six: surprise him at work. Nothing breaks up a mundane day at the desk job like having sex on the desk!
    She choked.
    Next.
    Number seven: don’t be afraid to get a little kinky. She shifted in her chair. A little pain can be fun. Hair pulling —yeah, she knew that— and spanking add a little spice to the bedroom. A light swat from your man’s hand, or some more intense action with a belt, can really get things going.
    She grabbed her iced coffee from the desk and popped off the lid, tilting the cup back and crunching ice cubes between her teeth, even though she knew it was bad for them—nine out of ten dentists could, like her ex, suck it. She needed to cool down.
    And stop imagining office sex. Caleb bending her over her desk and—
    No!
    She stood up and rounded her desk; this had to stop. She glared at her desk, as if it were responsible for her filthy fantasies, and pushed open her office door.
    And saw that all of her employees and interns were huddled in the corner, with Caleb at the center. Huh. Him and that damn, indefinable charisma.
    “What’s going on?”
    Cassie, one of the employees she’d had longest, lifted her head and pushed her giant hipster glasses up her nose. Beneath said glasses she looked positively twitterpated. And it made Evie irrationally angry. “Caleb is on level twelve of ‘Unicorn Strike.’ Dude! No! Get the horn of justice! The horn of justice!” She shrieked, turning her attention back to Caleb.
    “Ah, no! Died.” Caleb put the iPad back down on the desk in front of him and everyone around him sagged a little. “What’s the horn of justice anyway?”
    “When you impale your enemies it resurrects all the gnomes and fairies they’ve killed, then you get a swarm to come and give you aid.”
    “Well, I should have known,” Caleb said, standing up, his eyes meeting hers.
    Her stomach crushed in on itself, like it was a soda can Caleb had wrapped his fist around. “Can I see you in my office, Mr. Anderson?” she asked.
    “Am I in trouble?”
    “Of course not,” she said, ignoring the sensual shiver his words sent over her skin. “Why would you be in trouble?”
    “I’m slacking on the job.”
    “You’re my boss, aren’t you?” she asked,