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“Go away.” A voice hisses.

“What?” I look towards the sound of the voice.

“Go away...”

“Shayla?” I ask.

My heart stops… I stop. Not wanting an argument, I turn back towards the door. With my hand on the doorknob, I close my eyes; my body is refusing to let me leave the room without checking on her. My thumb locks the door and I turn towards her.

“Please go away, Bobby.” She sniffles.

“Did someone hurt you?” I ask.

“Go away.” She repeats.

Her distraught voice stirs something inside me and my dominant side surfaces outside the bedroom. Seems she has that effect on me, since it happened during the party too. Rounding the corner behind a bookcase, I find her sitting with her back against the wall on a blanket. Her blazer and shoes placed neatly next to an untouched iced coffee. Panic riddles her face as she stares at the wall next to her.

“What the hell? I asked you to leave,” she snaps, jumping to her feet.

“I needed to make sure you’re okay.” I take a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” She gulps. “Just trying to get my mind right.”

“Why would you need to get your mind right?” I step closer. “You’re a brilliant attorney.”

“I haven’t been the same since…” she exhales. “There’re millions of dollars at stake. This could cost me my job if it goes south.” She looks down.

“Mister Walker, breathing down your neck? He can be a real butthead,” I say causing her to giggle. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head.

“I’m sure there’s something I can do.” I grin.

“Doubt it.” She exhales.

“If memory serves me correct, I know exactly how to relax you.” Closing off the distance between us, I brush the back of my fingers across her cheek. “You slept so sound afterwards.”

“We can’t.” She gulps.

“Why? Because I’m not some egotistical cheating bastard with a fancy car?” I press my body into hers, causing her to moan.

“Shhh, kitten.” I grin, placing a finger across her lips. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us in here, would you?”

I can feel her spirit calling to me from behind the walls she has built to protect herself from the world; begging me to give her a place of rest and solitude.

“This can never work.” She whispers.

“It worked fine a few days ago. Let me set you free. Free to be yourself, instead of what the world expects you to be,” I say pinning her hands above her head.

Without warning, she crashes her lips into mine. It’s like explosions go off when our lips meet. I press my body into hers and everything around us melts away. She fits perfectly in my arms, like she was made for me. Our tongues dance as my hands caress her scrumptious curves while a tiny moan escapes her lips when I lift her skirt. Breathless, I pull away and stare at her.

“Quiet, kitten.” I peck kisses on her sweet lips then slip my fingers into her panties, causing her to gasp and moan. “Tsk, tsk, kitten. Now I’m going to have to make you be quiet.”

Falling to my knees, my dick stiffens seeing a wet spot on her green lace panties. She breathes heavily as she allows me to slip her panties off. Standing, I wad them in my hand, then press my body into hers.

“Open.” I order, tugging at her bottom lip with my forefinger.

Without hesitation, she opens her mouth wide. Her eagerness to please me makes my pants uncomfortably tight.

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