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“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m a busy man.”
Keeley giggles again, and it’s easy to see she’s making fun of me. But I don’t mind.
“It’s mirrored during the day.” She shrugs and my eyes flash to the windows.
“Well, fuck me.” We just gave a show to anyone out there.
“I’m trying.”
“Jesus. You really love driving me wild.”
“I live for it.”
“As I said, not tonight. We should go.”
“You actually said ‘if’ that ever happens. I like ‘not tonight’ a whole lot more.”
I glance away, laughing through my frustration. She’s making it really hard not to bend her over my desk right now. “You’re killing me here.”
“Fine. I’ll stop. I promise.” My chair creaks as she stands up, and within seconds, I feel her beside me, the energy sizzling between us. My muscles tense as I turn to face her, expecting to find her grinning from ear to ear.
She’s not. Instead, she’s staring at me like I’m food, and that’s goddamn worse.
“How about I return the favor?”
Fuuck. “Not tonight.”
“Not tonight for that either? I think we’re going to be busy this week.”
“Keels.”
“I know.” She raises her hands in surrender, and I’m sucked into her playful side, loving how easy this is between us. For now. What happens when she wakes up tomorrow? After the moment has passed.
“Come on, let’s go before you burst a blood vessel.”
She straightens her dress, and all I can think about is the hole in her panties and her arousal leaking through, making my cock throb. I’m so fucking hard I might have to fuck my hand in the stadium showers. I’m not sure I’ll make it home otherwise.
I just fingered my closest friend, massaged her walls while licking her pussy until she was screaming my name.
Keeley. A woman almosttwenty yearsyounger than me.
And I’m desperate to do it again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
SALVATORE
Iarrive with the sun the next morning, in desperate need of a workout before my early meeting on New York time, and the second my desk comes into view, I falter. Scenes from last night roll through my mind, and I internally groan. How the hell am I expected to concentrate today with thoughts of Keeley covering her mouth as she screamed my name? Or mental images of her knees pressed into her chest and her pussy weeping for me?
How will I ever look at this office the same?
I won’t. That’s the simple answer.
Camilla and I were together foryears, and I never once fooled around with her in my office. Not for lack of her trying.
My office is my space. The only place I have all to myself.
And yet, I want Keeley here. I’ve wanted her here since the moment we first met.
