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Leigh licked all over, not like she was trying to be disobedient or teasing, but as though she was trying to be thorough and not have it be over too fast. Like she wanted to make sure this was really enjoyable for both of us. Her eyes were closed and her body felt like it was vibrating as she took her time getting my cock nice and wet and hard before she began to take it into her mouth.

Fuck, yes. It had been ages since I’d had the chance to really take my time with someone rather than just having a quick fuck, and Leigh seemed to genuinely enjoy having a cock in her mouth. It felt like she was savoring this just as much as I was.

Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she slowly took more and more of me into that hot wet mouth, and I growled in satisfaction. Yeah, just like that. That was exactly what I wanted. I was in no mood to rush things, and she wasn’t trying to be coy and bratty, so I could just watch her and enjoy the sensations. No rush to orgasm. Just feeling every moment to its fullest.

I tightened my grip on her hair, feeling the silky strands in between my fingers. “Take more of me,” I ordered softly.

Leigh moaned and did as she was told, taking more of my cock into her mouth, bit by bit, until I felt the head of it hit the back of her throat. She choked just a little and I felt my toes curling in pleasure. So damn perfect.

Leigh took my cock in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head, her tongue flicking along the slit and dragging along the underside. I thrust tentatively into her mouth, testing her limits. You never knew for sure with a new partner—but to my pleasure, Leigh relaxed her jaw and hummed encouragingly. Fuck yes.

I thrust shallowly into her mouth, the slick sound filling the room. I was going to come so fucking hard, I could feel it, and I didn’t know if I wanted to come down her throat or on her face, dirtying her up.

The choice was taken from me a second later when Leigh pulled off and stroked my slick cock with her hand. She stared up at me with her soft eyes, her lips slightly parted. “I want you to mark me up, master,” she whispered. “I want you to come on me and make me yours.”

Oh Jesus fucking Christ. She definitely knew what she was doing and how to drive me insane.

There was no way I couldn’t come from this. A groan lodged in my throat and I came on her lips and chin, watching myself mess her up. Leigh’s mouth dropped open, catching some of my come on her tongue, which made my cock pulse with even more pleasure.

It was all so hot and I couldn’t even believe my goddamn luck. I’d found a woman who had no problem getting dirty and kinky, and had the confidence to follow my orders and ask for what she wanted.

I panted, getting my breath back, as Leigh licked the remains off her lips. “Clean yourself up,” I ordered.

She did as she was told without hesitation, and brought back a tissue to help wipe me up. Fucking hell. “That’s a good girl.”

I stroked her hair, and Leigh smiled up at me, looking pleased and almost shy. It settled that thing inside of me that got itchy and anxious if I didn’t unleash that dominant side to me in a while. “Such a good girl,” I murmured.

Oh, yes. This was going to be a lot of fun.

Chapter 8

Leigh

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As I reported for my first day at work with Jack Lawton, I told myself I wasn’t nervous.

That was a lie.

I had mocked up a website that showed all of my ‘work’ with tech companies and entrepreneurs, filled with blurbs from the various people I’d supposedly helped. Given that we were currently on the East Coast and the work I was pretending to have done was in Silicon Valley, I hoped that would help maintain my illusion.

I had various friends in my environmental work who were willing to pose as people I’d worked with should I need to give out phone numbers. I had the website. I had carefully researched everything and in all my years going up against big businesses that tried to destroy local people’s livelihoods, I liked to think I knew how they worked pretty damn well. I would just be speaking the language of the enemy. And hoping I wouldn’t get caught.

Lawton Industries was located in a large, depressingly modern building in the financial sector. I had to admit that my stomach twisted a little as I stared up at the chrome and glass façade.

Jack Lawton wasn’t anything like I’d expected and I was about to dive into a pool of bloodthirsty sharks that sat on the board of directors. Could I really make it out of this alive? Could I really succeed in my goals and take this company down?

If you don’t try and do it, nobody will, I told myself sternly. I was going to find a way to convince Jack to listen to me and take this company down from the inside, and I wasn’t going to let fear—or fantastic sex—stop me.

Entering into the building, I was greeted immediately by security. Of course. “I have an appointment to see Mr. Lawton?” I said as I was led through a metal detector and my purse was put through a TSA level scanner.

I was directed to the front desk where I was asked to give my name and the male secretary looked me up to confirm that I matched my picture and actually had an appointment.

“Here you are.” The secretary gave me a badge that had my picture and a barcode on it. “Mr. Lawton instructed that you were to be given basic clearance so that you can come and go from the building as you need.”

“Thank you.” I put some effort into smiling. “Have you worked here long?”

The secretary—a man who looked slightly younger than me—smiled back. “Oh, yeah, about a year. Honestly I was grateful for it. Lawton’s one of the few places they’ll hire a guy for an entry level position like this. They usually just want pretty girls in the front desk jobs. Then they hire the guys for the higher-up positions, so the women run into the glass ceiling and if you don’t have an ‘in’ because you went to some Ivy League and have connections, you can’t get in as a guy.”

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