Page 76 of Analysing Her Assets

Five minutes. Her text said.

She liked it when he took control. But when it was her evening, she would order him around with gusto. He had enough experience to know it was rare, having a partner that role switched with him so seamlessly.

The room he picked was the same one where, just a few weeks ago, he and Tamar had met with Keynan and Nathanela.

Tamar arrived two minutes later and knocked.

“Come in,” he said, amused.

“Gideon, I’m swamped with work.”

“We can’t meet tonight. I’m invoking my turn. Sit.”

“Huh?”

“Sit on the table, spread your legs. It’s a real pity you don’t have a skirt on.”

“You don’t say.”

But she obliged. She took off her jacket, hanging it neatly on a chair, and sat, spreading her legs, but only a little. Her hair in a neat bun, all prim and proper. He wanted to ruffle her.

“Wait! I'm not sure I locked the door.” Tamar slid to get off the table.

“No. We close the door, but we don’t lock it.”

Her eyes rounded, and she exhaled. But her quickened breath meant there was arousal there, not just panic.

“Gideon...” she whispered his name. He was semi hard, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Spread your legs. Make room for your man.” Possessive. Meaning it, and she could hear it. She obeyed, and he came to his rightful place, standing between her legs. He sniffed the top of her head, his favorite smell in the world. He kissed her soft lips lightly and sneaked his hand to the warmth of her nape, pulling on her hairband.

“You always do that first thing,” she murmured, “like you have something against my bands.”

“I do.” The vein at the base of her neck pulsed beneath his lips. Tamar shuddered.

“When I’m your boss,” her voice had become husky, “I’ll have you between my legs. I’ll text you to come, and you’ll have to obey, and I’ll make you crawl under N’s desk, I mean my desk. I’ll be making phone calls and you’ll be down there eating me.”

“Pretty detailed, Tamar. Sounds like you thought this through,” he murmured between kisses, unbuttoning her shirt’s buttons one by one.

“I wonder, who do I call when you lick me?”

Her shirt opened up to her navel, he peeled it back, baring both her shoulders. He couldn’t do anything to her scary work bra, but he satisfied himself with cupping her generous left tit, extracting it just a little so he could give love to her pink nipple. Tamar leaned back and moaned her appreciation.

“I’m calling your mom,” she said.

He rose from her chest and pulled her to him, planting her right on his hard cock.

“You do not call my mom,” he said. He palmed her ass and lifted her from the table a little, rubbing his erection on her center. The dark-brown eyes were shiny with arousal. He was sexing her up good and proper.

“I’m calling Danny Golan, the head of brokerage,” she said.

“Fuck Tamar, you don’t!”

She laughed.

“I swear, you’ll pay for this.” Gideon put her on the table.

“I’m going to pay for this?” she mimicked him, smirking.

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