Page 68 of Savage Bosses

Unable to hold back any longer, I pumped my dick again with a ferocity that was bound to make me shatter. Pre-cum met my fingers, slickening them. My hips jerked upward and I wondered if I’d fucked my siren bare. Gushed my cum into her unprotected womb, filling her with my creamy cum. The primal urge to fill her possessed me. I wanted to claim that sweet, dripping pussy and the woman it belonged to. Erupt deep inside her until my emissions were a thick layer between us.

If only I knew who she was!

I groaned in frustration.

The muscles in my legs tightened as my pace increased. A growl of irritation rumbled along my throat, echoing every annoyance I’d felt these past weeks.

The harder I fucked my fist, the more evasive the memories became.

Elusive.

Teasing.

I strained to hold onto those scant flashes. My hips rose off the bed to thrust upward in desperation. Sweat prickled my brow and I gasped when I tightened my fist ever so slightly, gloving my dick. That was my sweet torture—my body’s memory of being encased in liquid heat. Deep strokes encouraged by lusty moans, chased cum up my shaft.

I jerked my dick once. Twice. And it was too late to stop the cum from shooting up my balls. Too late to recall any more scattered memories.

Too late to hold on to anything other than the trace of floral scents that haunted my days and tormented my nights.

CHAPTER 8

Zoerina

“W

elcome to Pentiko, Miss Prince,” Veronica Blackwell said as she pushed open the glass doors of the human resources office.

“Thank you.”

Veronica was beautiful, if a person liked skinny brunettes with long legs in pants suits. In fact, everyone on the floor had an aura about them that screamed money and happiness. I gazed at the cubicles of men and women wondering where in the heavens were the regular people.

“Mr. Hijra doesn’t hire regular people, Miss. Prince. He hires employees who are hungry for success.”

Well, damn. “I didn’t realize I said that out loud, sorry.”

“You didn’t.” Veronica smiled, and I swore there was an extra shoosh to her hips as she turned the corner. “I see that shocked, fantasyful look in every new hire's eyes.”

“That obvious?”

“Are you hungry for success, Miss Prince?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling like I’m having a second interview. I wasn’t lying though. After Dax, I was more than ready for a fresh start and to make my mark especially since I had sworn off men.

“Good, for the next few days you’ll be on my tail as I get you situated.” Veronica stopped in the center of the floor, pointing to the right—“The thirteenth floor is the sales team—” She pointed to the left. “And customer service.”

“Got it.” The floor was a wide open space with glass offices on each end.

“Sabrina runs sales.” Veronica nodded to the sexy Black woman staring at us from her office. Sabrina was full figured, with curves for days. “Marco over there runs customer service.”

My gaze swung to Marco who was perched on a desk talking fast into a phone. Even from my side view, I could tell he worked out from the broad shoulders holding up his suspenders.

“I don’t know what you’re into, but fair warning, neither are romantically available.” Veronica said, cool as the breeze coming off the Mississippi in October. “They won’t admit it, but I’ll bet five Benjamin’s they’re fucking.” We stepped into the elevator and it took us to the next floor.

Just what type of office assistant was this woman? I didn’t know if she was my friend yet, but I liked her. She reminded me of Sloane. “Thanks.”

She tapped her nose. “Us girls have to stick together.”

I smiled, knowing full well she meant Sabrina. Yep, Veronica was definitely someone I wanted in my corner. I moved to step out of the elevator when the door opened but her hand shot out to block me.

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