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“I don’t either,” she smiles sweetly. Glad she agrees because not working out simply isn’t an option. “You’re quite the quick study, Jefferson.” Her hooded, jade eyes hold my gaze prisoner as she slips the right strap down over the tan slope of her shoulder. Her whole, gorgeous chest is bared to me now, skin flushing under my unwavering, lascivious stare.

My girl isstacked. If I wasn’t a “boob guy” before…I sure as hell am now.

“Baby, damn. I have to touch you,” I growl, starting to rise.

“Sit,” she snaps, cowering into the corner of the chair. “Next. Tell me how it is that you came to know the pay, employee discount and background of Another Woman’s Treasure and its owner.”

“I…um…”

She’d make an excellent POW interrogator; no man wouldn’t sing like a bird for her. Especially when she throws her leg over the arm of the chair, splaying her untouched core open for my viewing pleasure. And like a captive, sweat beads on my forehead, my mouth goes dry and I flex my fingers in and out while trying to keep my wits about me.

But it doesn’t work—I am a weak, weak man. At Bellamy’s mercy. Thoughts of ravaging her spiral through my mind, labored breaths flare my nostrils and my dick twitches in protest against its barrier. Absolutely. Killing. Me. The transparent fabric she’s wearing might as well not even be there. I can see the little damp spot in the center of her panties and swollen, plump lips, and all flesh, free of any hair from here.

Mine. And what’s mine, I should be able to touch.

“Jefferson,” it’s a breathy plea more so than my name, “I asked you a question.”

I push both hands through my hair, tugging hard in hopes of some pain overshadowing the carnal craving I fear I’m about to lose my grip on, and seriously debate shamefully groveling for mercy. “Enough games! You want me between those thighs just as badly as I want to be there. I can smell your need from here, so let me make you feel good, baby. I learned my lesson, now let me teach you a few.”

“How. Did. You. Find. Out?” she enunciates slowly, lowering her leg.

“Swear to God,” I snarl, “you close your legs and I’m coming over there, woman. Show me that sweet pussy and I’ll answer. Tease,” I mumble under my breath.

She obeys, exposing herself for me again, but this time with an impatient scowl.

I hone in on the growing wet spot at her center and gush out my explanation. “I had my secretary call and act interested in the job, then run background and Better Bureau checks.”

“And whatshouldyou have done?” she speaks in silky sensuality, moving her other leg as though about to throw it up over the other arm of the chair…but not quite getting it there.

“I should’ve,” I reach a hand behind my neck and yank my shirt off, “askedyouthose things,” I flip open the top button of my fly, “and if you’d mind if I ran checks.” Boots toed off. “To ensure your safety. Because no matter how mad you get or what I might forget to say or ask first, Iwillkeep you safe.”

She doesn’t seem to have words, too busy licking her lips and squirming in her seat as she traces every inch of my chest with her molten stare.

“Ready for me?” I prompt lowly.

She shakes her head, and her daze away, to lift her eyes to mine. “Last issue.” One dainty hand trails down slowly between her breasts, over her stomach, stopping on the inside of her thigh. “What do you think of my driving?”

Well, fuck. Doesn’t matter that my dick’s hard enough to crush metal…I know I won’t be able to pull off even a semblance of a lie on this one. Tricky lil’ vixen she is, and Ihaveto play along. I have no other choice. Because while she torments me, tests me at every turn, I now know for certain—I won’t be happy with anyone other than my Bellamy.

“Let me touch you, just once, and I’ll tell you.” I hope I sound demanding, instead of the desperate I feel.

“Tell me, and maybeI’lltouchyou,” she counters in smoky, melodic sin.

She touches me and I’m damn sure touching her back—everywhere. I’m too delirious at the possibility to leave any room for sensibility…and answer her.

Dumbfuck. Need to kick my own ass later.

“Baby, I know it’s been awhile since you’ve driven.” I hedge closer, wrapping a hand around her smooth, tiny ankle and tugging her forward. “So a little refresher course couldn’t hurt.”

Her hand moves down and in, fingertips tracing the edge of her panties and a soft moan fills the room. “So youdothink I’m a bad driver?”

“Slide ‘em to the side, baby. Let me see,” I groan, eyes locked on nirvana.

And then, my girl shocks me. Throat closing, heart pounding, dick seeping shocks me. “Jefferson, I’m aching. I’m wet and throbbing. I need you to touch me so bad. Please, answer me and then come over here and put me out of my misery.”

The. Dam. Breaks.

“Yes, you suck something awful. You’re gonna get yourself or someone else killed. Stop signs are there for a reason! You only getonelane. And blinkers? Use them! And what the fuck are you doing with your brakes, tapping out the rhythm to a song on the radio?”

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