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Sutton turned and began to gather up her clothes. The only problem was that she thrust that amazing ass at me as she bent over. I stifled a groan and tried to think of something else, anything else.

“I’ve had sex before,” she said defensively.

“I never said you hadn’t,” I countered, figuring I had better grab my clothes as well.

She turned with her things in her arms, and I could see the high color on her cheeks as she tried to hide behind her bundle of clothes.

“I have seen porn before. I knew about some of this stuff, I just had never done anything but the missionary style.”

I was a fucking prick.

I should have been sensitive and caring.

“I’m sorry,” I said gravely. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Her eyes took on a look of confusion and she inadvertently lowered her clothes. I could see those dusky nipples again begging to be sucked on. I felt my cock getting hard.

“I wasn’t hurt,” she said in a low voice. “I really liked it.”

And then she turned and ran out of the living room, slamming her door, and I heard the lock slide into place.

I was frozen to the spot, my unfocused gaze not taking in the way that we had actually moved the couch with our fucking. Not seeing the condom or the wrapper laying on the ground, or even her bra that she had forgotten to take with her.

All I could think about were her words, ‘I really liked it.’

A slow smile spread across my face. If she liked that, I had a whole lot more coming for her.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sutton

“What is wrong with… Oh, no way—shut up!” Candice squealed with excitement as I shoved her into my office and slammed the door. The last thing I needed was Bethany the Bitch to catch on.

“I don’t know what you think you know,” I said loftily to Candice. And then, belaying everything I had just said, I gingerly took a seat, trying not to wince.

To say it had been a while for me wouldn’t be over exaggerating. Also, I have never been with a man that was carrying something so, erm, virile between his legs. I ached in places I hadn’t known I had, and it felt fucking fantastic.

“You slept with Mr. Williams.” She giggled, her eyes dancing. “Don’t try and deny it. You are walking the walk of a well-fucked woman.”

I scoffed. “Maybe I went horseback riding?”

“Oh, you went riding all right, I just don’t know who rode who,” Candice teased, and I felt my face flush.

“Is it that obvious?” I grumbled.

“That you are glowing in the post-coital glory of our illustrious CEO? Goodness, Sutton, why ever would you think something like that?”

Her fake southern accent meant to mimic my own had me struggling not to smile. She said that I sounded like Scarlett O’Hara and Reese Witherspoon combined. I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not, but Candice assured me that it was hot, and all the guys would love it.

I wasn’t interested in all the guys. Just one particular one, with gray eyes and an ass that made my fingers itch. And a cock so long and thick that it made my mouth water and my thighs clench.

Candice laughed. “Come back to me, Sutton.”

I blinked. “I am right here.”

She raised a brow. “You might have been here physically, but your lady bits were reliving your night of sin.”

That did make me laugh. “You sound like my old neighbor, Martha. She was confident that I was a slut of the highest degree.”

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