Page 133 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“That's it,” he grunts. His words encourage me. I take him farther and suck harder.

A knock on the door sounds. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “I forgot about Harvey dropping in.”

I shuffle so my body is hidden under his big wooden desk. “Stay right there,” he whispers. “We’re not done.”

Oh, he thinks he’s the boss now, does he?

The office door opens, and I hear the heavy stomp of feet. I shift so I can see Harvey’s shoes on the other side of his desk. I roll my lips to prevent a giggle.

Harvey sits in the chair. So much for this being a quick visit.

I cross my legs and lean my back on one side of the desk. I may as well get comfortable so I don’t get a foot cramp.

“You can’t go ahead with the article about Recaredo Events.”

There's a panic in Harvey’s tone that I’ve never heard.

“Why?” Evan asks, and I can see him slump in the chair folded forward, elbows on the desk to hide his erection.

“I need her name kept out of the paper.”

“What am I supposed to do with that slot? It’s due to go out tomorrow.”

“I have another article drafted.”

“The princess leaves to run away with the bodyguard? How did you get this information?”

“Not just information. I got a picture too.”

Harvey slides what must be an image to Evan.

“How?”

“Does it matter?” Harvey asks.

“Is it legal?” Evan asks in a tone full of suspicion.

He huffs. “Of course.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and I lay my head on the wood.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. I gotta go to a meeting across town.”

“What about Jemima?”

“I’ll keep you updated.” Harvey’s heavy steps leave. And the door opens and closes.

I peel my back off the wood and crawl out. Once I stand, I stretch my back.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect him to be here that long.”

“That’s okay. I surprised you.”

His lips lift into a smirk. “You did. Now we can return to it.”

I shake my head and wince. “Sorry, there’s no time now. I have a class that starts in five.”

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