Page 123 of Pretty Little Thing

Thirty

Clive

Nora digsher nails into my chest and I know she’s seconds away from coming. She rounds her hips on me, riding and grinding my cock while I lie back and enjoy the view.

I’ll never get tired of this damn view.

You would think starting each day by giving your boss an orgasm would be a frowned-upon practice but I’m certainly not filing anything with human resources just yet.

She collapses onto my chest, breathing hard. A laugh shakes her shoulders, small at first but then grows even louder.

“I guess you enjoyed that,” I say, pushing her hair out of her face.

She hums in satisfaction before rolling off me.

I sit up and watch as she walks away, admiring her perfect body as it disappears into the bathroom.

“We’re gonna be late again,” she says.

I stretch out on the bed. “It’s Friday. Everyone’s a little late on Fridays.”

She pokes her head in and raises a stern brow. “Do I need to review your time logs, Clive?”

I laugh. “I hope not.”

She smiles and steps back into the bathroom. The sink turns on, followed quickly by the usual sounds of teeth brushing.

I sit up and throw my feet onto the floor. If I don’t hop up now, she’ll start scolding me. That’ll just turn me on and we’ll be right back at square one.

“Clive…” she begins.

“I’m up!” I say with a chuckle.

I stand and make my way into the bathroom. After a quick rinse off in the shower, I start gathering my clothes off the floor. Nora’s already done her make-up and fixed her hair, leaving nothing left to do but slip into the outfit she’s already laid out for herself. I could probably learn a thing or two from her about preparation.

“It’s payday,” she says as she steps into her pants.

I nod as I button my shirt. “The best day.”

“Got any fun plans?”

“Oh, paying a bill or two, I imagine,” I say, keeping it vague. I spot her briefcase lying on the bed. “Do you mind if I use your laptop to check my balance?”

She smiles and turns back into the bathroom. “No, go ahead,” she says, her heels clicking along the hard floor.

I zip it open and pause.

LBB.The little, black harddrive.

It’s right here.

I look at the bathroom. It would take three seconds for me to pocket it and disappear. Meet up with Alex. Sell it and pocket a million dollars.

I reach in and pull out the laptop instead.

Nora walks back in as I sit down. I open the internet browser, feeling the urge to angle the screen away from her as I check my account balance.

Wait...

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