He starts to laugh, but it’s cut off as I pull him into my mouth. As much as I don’t want one of his guys to come back here and witness this, I can’t help but play with him a little bit. Fisting him but keeping the pressure light. Sucking hard then backing off entirely.

I’m a woman of few talents—really just two talents: ruining my enemies and this—and I’m going to make sure he doesn’t forget today.

“Goddammit,” he groans. “Stop torturing me.”

“Say please, yard boy,” I demand, and find myself in the air, lifted with his hands beneath my arms and deposited in his lap again, straddling him this time. He pushes my soaked panties to the side and thrusts, sliding into me in a way that leaves us both gasping.

It’s so rude. So thoughtless. And so unbelievably hot, the way he didn’t ask, the way he just took. With his hands beneath my ass, he lifts me again and thrusts upward.

“You know, you’re supposed to ask me first.” It’s a struggle to sound annoyed when it feels this good. I’m so wet, and he’s so hard, and I’m irritatingly close to coming already. He should have had to work harder at it.

“You like it better when I don’t ask, I’m clean and I saw the pills in your purse,” he says, his fingers inside my thong, sliding along the crack of my ass. A single finger presses inside and the discomfort of it makes me clench around him, makes the wet slide of his cock a thousand times better. “I bet you’d let me do just about anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?” he asks, pressing in farther. He no longer has to lift me. I’m riding him like I’ll die if I don’t come. “I bet you’d let me fuck this tight little ass, too. I bet you’d beg me to do it.”

He thrusts hard then, unexpectedly. His finger goes deeper, and I come apart, gasping his name.

“Oh fuck,” he inhales, and then his head falls back as he explodes inside me.

I slump against him. “Holy shit,” I breathe. I just let him fuck me and finger me and say the dirtiest shit imaginable with his employees right around the corner. “I can’t believe I went along with this.”

I start to pull away and he yanks me back, holding me tight against him.

“I texted JP the second you started running your mouth and told them all to go to lunch because we were about to have a fight,” he says with a laugh.

I smile against his chest. “Pretty sure of yourself, huh?”

“No, I figured there was a fifty percent chance we actually would end up fighting. And, anyway, I’d never let the guys see you the way you just were.”

I pull away from him. “Why’s that?”

He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear—his fingertips grazing my cheek, his eyes searching mine. “Because I don’t want anyone but me to know what you look like when you come.”

He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t know why we can’t just fuck without him saying all this relationship-type stuff. “You—”

He cuts me off with his mouth on mine. “I know,” he says. “I don’t need to hear you say it. Now let’s go to lunch.”

“Are we going someplace where it’s okay to have cum leaking down your inner thighs? Because that’s the current situation.”

He laughs. “Clean up. I’ll wait. And I got hard again hearing you say that, so I’m going to need a little time myself.”

I’d started to lift myself up, but at that, I settle against him once more. And indeed, that lovely bulge of his is growing.

“I don’t eat lunch anyway,” I tell him as I rock my hips, and with a groan, he pulls my mouth to his.

“I’m going to fuck you one more time,” he says, “and after that, the shop is closed until we’ve been on a date.”

I grind against him with a smirk. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

35

LIAM

It’s late afternoon and I’m talking to Emmy as I drive down to a job in Santa Cruz. She’s been in San Jose all day—something to do with the grocery store.

“Well, if you missed me today and you’re ready to go on that date,” I tell her, “let me know.”

“Come by my office tonight and I’ll show you the parts I’ve missed,” she replies. “I’ll pay so much attention to those parts it’ll blow your mind. Well, something will blow anyway.”

My dick hardens embarrassingly fast.