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Almost brutal.

Better, much better, I told myself, than the slow, deep, intense orgasm that made me tingly and emotional.

This time, Dav came with me, holding my hips against his lap, buried deep, as he hissed out my name as he climaxed.

His hands started to massage me after, always wanting to touch me.

And some part of me wanted to let him, wanted to lean back and feel his hands roam over me, stake a claim to me.

That was exactly why, though, I had to pull away.

I got to my feet, yanking my panties and pants back into place, and fumbling with my button and zipper before walking away to fetch my phone off of the desk.

“Thanks for the orgasms,” I said, tone a lot more flippant than I felt. “I hope you enjoyed it. Because it’s never going to happen again.”

I rushed to the door without looking back, scared that if I did, some part of me would run toward him, tell him that I didn’t mean it, that I didn’t understand what was going on, that I couldn’t stop thinking about him and wanting him, that I could feel him, even now, in my chest, that I never wanted to not feel him there.

But those were all things I could never say.

So I unlocked the door, disappeared into the crowd, then made my way to the hallway before he could catch up with me.

I was safely in the elevator car, the doors closing, making my heart fly up into my throat.

It’s worry, I insisted to myself, not hope.

But it wasn’t a man’s hand.

And a second later, there was Saff, moving into the car with me when I really, really wanted to be alone.

We said nothing as we rode the floors down.

And she was the first to move toward the doors when they slid open, stopping there, turning to me, pinning me with those intense eyes of hers, her head cocked to the side.

“You know,” she said, tone odd, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take a ride on Davide’s disco stick and look like they’re about to cry after,” she said, making my stomach clench hard. “Weird, huh?” she asked.

But then she turned and walked away.

Leaving me frozen in place.

My secret was out.

And I was terrified about the fallout.

After a lifetime of working my ass off to prove my worth, to stand alongside the men, and all I would be in the coming week was a fucking punchline.

Great.

That was just fucking great.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Dav

It had been a week since the party at Renzo’s place.

And I was a fucking wreck.

There was no other way to put it.

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