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Not one drop of his do I miss. It all goes down my throat, satisfying us both. Not until he’s done does he drop his hands to his waist and pull out of my mouth.

He cock slides out on a pop.

I should be relieved to no longer have that monster halfway down my throat. Instead, though, I miss it. Him.

Without missing a beat, Dae hoists me up from the floor with one hand while he rips the towel from my body with the other.

“My turn,” he says before laying me on his bed.

His head is between my legs in seconds. Dae spends much of the rest of the night making me lose my voice from shouting from the multiple times I come.

CHAPTER 26

Kennedy

“Do you know who they’re going to hire for the open position in your department?” Kelsey asks as she stands over my desk.

I peer over at Ardie’s old desk. It’s been a month since that night at the bar and three weeks since he was fired. None of us on the investigative reporting team are privy to all the details, but most of us knew he’d been skating on thin ice for a long time now.

Ever since the sources on a few of his articles came into question.

No one is surprised.

“I'm not sure,” I tell her. “I hear they’re considering turning it into a freelance position.” A frown touches my lips.

“That makes sense. That’s how most papers run things nowadays.” Kels looks back at me. “I was surprised when they hired you as a full-time staffer.”

My stomach muscles tighten. Truthfully, I was surprised, too. Freelance is the way of the world in much of my industry.

It’s why I had suspicions that my brother, or more likely my father, were involved in pulling strings to get my position. But since they’ve both denied it, I dropped it.

Though they can be overprotective, my family respects my desire for independence.

“What’s for lunch today?” Kelsey asks, peering over my shoulder.

I glance over as well to see the familiar delivery guy as he winds through the desks to make his way to mine. We smile at one another before he’s halfway here. We both know the routine.

For more than a month, Dae has had lunch delivered directly to my desk. When I told him it wasn’t necessary, he told me he couldn’t trust me to ensure I ate a proper meal every day, so he had to do it himself.

“Ms. Townsend,” the delivery man, Dan, greets as he holds out the delicious smelling bag of food.

“We go through this every day,” I tell him. “You can call me Kennedy.”

He shakes his head, and something I would classify as fear etches across his face. It quickly disappears. “Enjoy your meal,” is his reply before he heads in the direction he came.

“Mm, Italian,” Kelsey says as I open the bag.

I roll my eyes at the amount of food inside. “Pull up a chair,” I invite Kelsey.

“Can’t,” she backs away. “Mick was getting jealous that I kept sharing your lunches.” She shrugs. “Something about not liking another man feeding me every day. Even if that man wasn’t actually feeding me. He said it’s the principle.”

She laughs. “Now, he sends me lunch these days, too. I need to get back to my desk anyway.”

I laugh at the way she winks at me as she strolls away. Minutes later, I send Dae a text thanking him for lunch, as I always do. At this point, I don’t bother telling him it’s not necessary. He would just tell me it’s necessary, and if I tried to deny Dan or send him away, there’s a strong possibility Dae himself would show up with lunch in hand.

Who am I kidding?

It’s not a strong possibility in the least. I’m certain that’s what he would do.

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