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“Okay, I will pay you an extra Twenty thousand on top of your normal fee.”

Sarai caressed her cheek. “An extra Twenty thousand on top of my fee? You love her.”

I sighed. “Yes or no, Sarai.”

“I hate to disappoint children. Make it thirty, and you got a deal.”

“Damn, Sarai, you robbing your favorite client.”

“No, I’m setting expectations that you will not drop shit on my lap last minute again without paying up, Mr. Trenton.”

I rose out of the chair. “Here we go with the Mr. Trenton stuff again.”

“Have Amena send the details, and when do you need the party?”

“A month.”

“Seriously?”

I reached in my pocket to pull out my cell phone. “Keep me posted and the money is transferring right now.”

“Bet your accountant hates you.”

“She loves me more when bonuses drop every year.”

My afternoon was relaxing. As soon as I left Sarai’s, I picked up lunch for Amena and headed to her office. After parking, I pulled on a hoodie to avoid drawing the attention of the cameras. Her building has no security and there was a lot of traffic from the other businesses on the same floor as Amena's. I grabbed the food and headed inside. I knocked and heard heels clicking on the floor. She opened the door and a small smile greeted me.

“Brought you lunch.”

“Thank you, babe. You shouldn’t have.” Amena stood to the side to allow me to enter.

I dropped the bag on the table, linked an arm around her waist, and pulled her on top of me as I laid on the couch, slipping a hand under her shirt.

“Oh...”

My girl was warm-hearted, sensible, and not with me for the money—even though I liked to spoil her.

“Love that sound, baby.”

“What are you doing?”

“I missed you.”

“Ah!” Amena gasped when my finger pressed against her pussy.

“Relax, you will have people thinking I’m killing you in here.”

A look of bliss fell over her face. “Don’t stop.”

My finger dipped in and out, feeling her warmth embracing my intrusion.

“Oh God.”

I gently bit her neck and soothed away the sting with my tongue as I could feel her clench around my fingers and her juices drip onto my pants.

“Fuck me.”

I ran my hands through her hair and gripped it tight, ready to slide into her. I fed her my tongue, and Amena panted, clumsily fumbling with the strings on my joggers to pull my dick out. I was grateful that she was wearing a loose skirt today. I eased it around her hips, pushed her panties over, and helped her ease down onto my dick.

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