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Chapter 46

Laura

"Help me?" he asks, disbelief threading deeply through his voice. "You saw what happened, doll."

"You never hurt me. If you ask me, all that happened is that you extended our time together – without telling me."

"That's not all that happened," he insists. "And you know that. Don't sugarcoat this."

"I'm not sugarcoating it," I assert. "I'm just asking you to take a few steps back and really look at this. At us."

He shakes his head.

"Even if I let you downplay what I did to you," he says, "you still saw my office. You talked to Lemon."

"Yeah, who is that guy anyway?" I ask, adding an amused huff. "He sounded pissed! And worried, by the sound of it."

"He has every reason to be," he responds. "He's my assistant, and I guess you could say my only friend."

"Does he know about this?" I question, pointing back and forth between us. "I mean, about us, about what you do..."

"He does," he answers. "At least as much as he needs to know."

"Oh."

I lower my eyes, feeling the heat rising to my face as my cheeks blush. "So he knew who he was talking to? Your whore."

The thought embarrasses me.

"Not from me," Ryan says hurriedly. "He didn't know you're with me again. And he knows that you're not a whore. He was there the night I first saw you, and he knows how unraveled you left me last year when I made you leave."

His words cause me to smile.

"Unraveled, huh?" I say, winking at him.

"Don't get cocky with me, doll," he warns. "You know how that could end."

I let out a little laugh and place the mug on the coffee table before shifting closer to him, lifting his arm and forcing my body into an embrace. I'm wearing nothing but my panties and his soft sweater, and I notice his eyes traveling along my sprawled-out, naked legs. It doesn't surprise me to feel him hardening, his cock visibly bulging in his lap as I inch closer, coiling in his strong arms.

He inhales deeply when I place my hand on his crotch, gently petting his erection through the fabric of his pants, as if I was trying to calm him down.

"You really are insatiable, master," I tease. "Look at that."

"I told you," he breathes, moving his hips to meet my touch. "And if you don't stop doing that, I'll have to bend you over right here and now."

My fingers close around his cock, holding him in a tight grip that robs him of his breath.

"Okay, I better be careful then," I whisper.

"What's wrong with you, my doll?" he struggles out, visibly trying to regain his composure. "Why are you doing this?"

"This?" I ask him.

"Why are you still here?" he clarifies. "Why do you think you can help me? Why don't you see how fucked up I am?"

"Oh, I see that," I say without letting go of his cock. "I'm just not much of an alarmist. And like I said, I think you're focusing on the wrong things."

"What do you mean by that?"

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