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“I trust the introductions are now completed?” The question is really a command to shut the fuck up.

We nod—I reluctantly, the others obediently.

Bruce grunts approvingly, then states, “Everyone except Lilly is dismissed.”

Bob, Johnny, and Prudence scatter like cockroaches.

Wow. Too bad Johnny isn’t able to make Bruce’s speech more polite, like he does with his emails.

Once we’re alone, Bruce’s expression turns impossibly colder.

Great. I get special treatment.

A litter of butterfly-sized puppies collectively wags their tails in my belly as I ask, “Should we talk about Colossus’s curriculum?”

Instead of answering, Bruce crosses the distance between us. Then his hand dives into his pocket, and I half expect him to pull out a gun and shoot me.

At this close range, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

When I see what he actually pulls out, it’s worse than a weapon.

It’s my vibrator.

Fuck.

With all those introductions, I managed to forget about it, but now a new wave of embarrassment turns my cheeks the shade of a baboon’s butt.

Bruce shakes The Squirrel accusingly. “Colossus could have choked and died.”

CHAPTER 8

BRUCE

Lilly looks down bashfully at the dog, and her blushing face makes me think of spanked butt cheeks—for some unknown reason.

Damn it. The last thing I want is to turn into a spanking-obsessed billionaire cliché.

“You’re right,” she says. “Setting down the box with the toys was an oversight.”

She has a whole box of this stuff? I’ve never been this simultaneously infuriated and turned on, not even when I saw a naked woman in the crowd of Occupy Wall Street protestors years ago.

Taking a calming breath, I thrust the toy into Lilly’s tiny hand. “Make sure this never happens again.”

I would forbid her from masturbating completely, but I don’t need the HR rulebook to know that is not something that is under my control… unfortunately.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, her face turning even more gorgeously red.

Was that an apology? From her? I’d better sell all my orange juice futures because it’s going to snow here in Florida.

Lilly takes a decisive step back. She must’ve realized we were standing so close to each other that she was at risk of inhaling polluted-by-me air.

With a loud gulp, she shoves the toy into her pocket.

Finally. Seeing her hold it was much too interesting for my cock—which is all the more inappropriate given that the thing put Colossus’s life at risk.

“I have treats now.” She shakes a box in a clear attempt to discharge the tension in the air. “If I need to get something out of his mouth—something that will not be my fault next time—this will help.”

Colossus looks up at her with that expression he’s mastered: a mixture of starved and worshipful. I have no doubt he can smell the oat cookies inside the box and wants them. Badly.

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