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Maybe I could grab some Kleenex.

One of my hands was reaching for the box, the other one fully occupied with my cock.

Her last move was doing things to me. I wanted to take her roughly, take her hard in a way I never had when we were married.

The thought filled me with a wave of lust, and suddenly, the door to the kitchen was yanked open.

And there she was, standing in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest.

But I couldn’t stop, and the sight of her mouthwatering cleavage glistening with sweat made my release break over me, my feverish hands moving so hard and fast that I came right in front of her, my release shooting in long ropes all over my pants and the table.

I tried to catch my breath inconspicuously, but instead I took huge embarrassing gulps of air, like someone who had just run a marathon.

I prided myself on being professional, dignified, and stoic, and this was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me.

As I was agonizing over what to say, my cum sitting wetly on my fingers, Clementine’s pretty pink mouth twisted up into a smile.

“Yikes, Agent Bentley,” she said. “No wonder you haven’t been able to advance very far in your career. Must be all this jacking off when you’re supposed to be working.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling my face burn with shame. “I’ll go clean up and come back and clean up the table.”

“That’s really unprofessional,” Clementine said, shaking her head at me. “Maybe I’ll tell your department about this. I don’t think jacking off when you’re on the job is best practice. Maybe I’ll call your Chief. He might make you give that plaque back.”

“I don’t care about the plaques,” I said through clenched teeth, grabbing a roll of paper towels. “It barely—it barely got on the kitchen table. Mostly on me. I’ll come back with bleach wipes. But I don’t care about those awards, Clementine! I thought I did, but I don’t.”

“Whatever,” she said. “Just clean up this mess and put your fucking cock away before my boyfriend Liam comes over for supper.”

CHAPTER 13

Clementine

My dad’s trial had been the most painful month of my life.

It seemed like every day there was some new, horrible indignity that I had to sit through with dry eyes, looking like I didn’t give a shit or everyone would know how badly my heart had been shattered.

So it was extremely satisfying to see that cocky asshole responsible for my humiliation get humbled as his cum sprayed all over his hand and pants.

However, he was being harder to dislodge than I expected.

Grayson had apologized profusely for jacking off in the living room.

“If you think I am flattered by your inability to control your penis, you are very mistaken,” I said severely.

“I am so sorry,” Grayson said again, his face looking strained and white. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life.”

“Then why did you do it here?” I asked as he scrubbed the floor and table on his hands and knees.

“Just—I just could not control myself. I felt like I was going to come in my pants anyways, so I didn’t want to make a mess. I know it sounds ridiculous.”

“Well,” I said, my heart pumping with hope that this would be what drove him away, “in future perhaps you should avoid looking at me if you can’t control yourself.”

But this Grayson refused to do. “I can’t help looking at you,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Boy, if I didn’t know better, I’d be flattered by the intensity in blue eyes. Luckily I knew better, though.

I was pleased when the doorbell rang. Maybe seeing that I was in a happy relationship would discourage Grayson.

My boyfriend’s name was Liam Gallagher, and he was the opposite of that rat fink Grayson Bentley in every way, a lanky laid-back man with light brown waves, a broad easy grin, and a big laugh.

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