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Unzipping her pants he slid in two fingers, reaching her damp slit. He knew her well by now. How he could get her high and wanting in no time.

“This payment is painful,” she said, her head thrown back, her work blouse open, her tit pulled free. A living embodiment of office sex. His fingers entered her warm pussy and curved inside her.

“I’m going to punish you,” he told her and tapped inside her, and she jerked.

Tap, tap, tap his fingers hit her spot, and he sucked on her neck, strongly but not enough to mark her. She moaned. Clenched around his fingers. He wanted her squeezing around his cock, could practically feel her.

“Get this, Tamar. For joking before, this is your punishment.”

He buried his nose in her plumeria heaven, knowing his punishment would torment him as well. He pushed his buried fingers hard one last time, then stopped and pulled them out. Her eyes flew open. Laying her down gently, Gideon re-zipped her pants, re-buttoned her shirt.

“Okay, dismissed.” This was a power play he hadn’t done with her before, denying her on the brink. He was a little terrified and extremely aroused. Her mouth was soft, red from his kisses, half open. Her cheeks were bright red. Some of the long dark locks got caught inside her untidy shirt.

“Gideon!”

“Dismissed,” he said again. Putting aside his unsatisfied cock, he was enjoying himself.

“I can’t believe you. Why?” Tamar pouted. She arranged her shirt back into her pants and put on her jacket.

“Never mention Danny Golan when you’re with me,” he said. “Ever.”

“I won’t. Sorry.” The nearly black eyes held his. “We have so little time left that every minute counts, right?”

One more day.

“I’m working on a solution,” he said, the vulnerable look in her eyes was simply too much.

“Really? What is it?”

He didn’t want to share too much with her, not until it was a done deal.

“I need to see how the shareholder meeting goes today. We’ll talk tomorrow. You could always summon me to your desk, right?”

She giggled, nodded, and left before him.

38. Tamar

Tamar stared at her red-hot cheeks in the toilets’ mirror, contemplating if she should enter one of the booths and finish herself off, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Gideon said he was working on a solution. So they could still be together. She could waste time and energy trying to guess, but he said he would tell her tomorrow, and that was soon enough. Rule Number Seven decreed compartmentalization. Before being with Gideon she had never needed to use it much, but now she did.

One more deep breath, and she was ready.

Work was hectic. The ensuing end of November meant a flooding of third quarter reports to analyze. Her brokerage project was almost done. Their meeting with Shay, the head of brokerage, was tomorrow.

Before her butt hit the chair, Marina’s extension rang, and Tamar took the call.

“Hey Tamar, where is Marina? You guys free for lunch?” Noga asked.

“Marina is in Yokneam Illit looking for unicorns,” Tamar answered truthfully.

“Most of them are right here in Tel Aviv,” Noga answered, just as accurately. The boom in Israeli high-tech meant that the once unachievable threshold of a billion-dollar valuation for a private company, i.e., becoming a unicorn, had become much more common.

Noga and she went to a make your own salad place, which Noga liked, and Tamar not so much, but it was quick, and at least in wintertime they had soups.

Just before Noga called, she had been examining Yelena’s data. The evidence against Danny seemed to grow stronger. The relief she experienced when Marina told her to drop it had been replaced by a growing unease. She had to talk about it with someone. She wished she could share it with Gideon, but he was so mysterious, having his own secret plans, and wasn’t exactly objective when it came to Danny Golan. Noga was smart, and she was part of the T-team.

“Noga, can I confer with you about something?”

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