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“You can still say no,” I say as I open the drawer to my nightstand, unwrap a condom, and roll it onto my dick.

“No," she says with wide eyes, causing me to pause. No one's ever said no to me before and I’m all about consent. My hand is going to be so sore tomorrow because I swear I’m going to be up all night beating my dick to the memory of this sexy as fuck woman. Fuck.

She laughs when she sees the look of worry on my face. “Just kidding.”

Sweet baby Jesus. I swear my dick weeps for joy when it hears that statement.

“Oh, Pretty Girl, you’re going to regret that joke,” I say as I grab her ass and drag her onto my dick in one swift motion.

“Fuck," she yells out. “You’re so fucking big.”

“You can take it, baby. You’re doing so good.” I praise her as I pump in and out.

She grabs the edge of the bed with both hands and uses it to push herself back and forth. The motion feels incredible as we both come apart and slam back together. I rub her clit with my thumb while I continue to fuck her.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Look at you fucking this big dick with your tight little pussy.”

Her pussy spasms and she arches up, giving me an even better angle. My dick hits so deep I can feel her tighten clear up my shaft.

“Fuck! I’m coming," she screams out. The sound of her sexy moans send me spiraling. My balls draw up and I explode inside her with a roar, practically blacking out. Fuck, that was quick.

“I swear, I don’t usually come that quick. Give me five minutes because I’m not even close to being done with you yet,” I tell her as I remove the condom and toss it in the trash.

“I guess I could be persuaded," she says with a smirk as she stretches out across my bed. She really is beautiful. Smooth skin and perfect curves. Innocent looking with this wild side hidden beneath her clothes. My phone rings, pulling me out of my trance. It’s Sebastian, and he rarely calls this late.

“I have to take this real quick,” I say to her as I pull on a pair of sweatpants and exit onto my balcony. I slide thedoor shut before pressing the answer button on my phone and switching to the speaker.

“Is there a reason you're interrupting me while I have a beautiful woman naked on my bed right now?” I ask him sarcastically.

“I’m sure Jamison is keeping her occupied," he says with a laugh. I glance into my room and watch her disappear into my bathroom. I don’t bother telling him Jamison is on an all night binger because of the new employee he decided to hire, and most certainly won’t be joining me. The thought doesn’t even bother me, which is weird. The sex I just had with Miss Bartender was fucking phenomenal. I can’t wait to rub it in his face tomorrow.

Sebastian’s voice cut through the line. “Earth to Jonathan. Listen, I’m going to let you get back to your hot piece of ass. You know I don’t sleep well. I was just going over some information with one of our cases and wanted to pick someone’s brain. Xavier didn’t answer so I’ll probably hit up Andre.”

I laugh. “You really need to get a hobby, Sebastian. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He grunts before hanging up. I slide the door back open and enter the room, looking around. She’s not in the bedroom, so I make my way over to the bathroom door that is currently wide open. I peek my head in, noticing she isn’t in there either. Maybe she got hungry and went looking for food?

“Did you want me to order something to eat, Pretty Girl?” I ask out loud while entering my living room. It’s quiet, and I don’t see her anywhere. My brows scrunch up. Where the fuck did she go? I slam Jamison’s door open and find him sitting in the exact same spot he was when I last entered.

“Hey, you hiding a blonde in here? About five foot nothing, long blonde hair, curvy with nice perky tits?”

“No.” he states, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Whatever,” I respond, before slamming his door closed. “I didn’t need you tonight, anyway.” I mutter to myself. The memory of the sexy bartender wriggling beneath me while I pound into her flashes through my brain while I flop onto my damp bedsheets. Fuck, I didn’t even catch her name or her number. Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but there’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. It was good. Fuck, it was better than good. Suddenly, I find myself tired. I fall asleep thinking abou‌t all the things I plan on doing to her the next time I see her. But first, I’ll need to hit up that dingy little dive bar again so I can get her information.

Chapter 8

Jamison

Twenty-six years old

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I make my way into Bolt Corporation, Monday morning. I didn’t sleep all weekend. Between digging up intel on the new employee Sebastian hired and jerking off to the memory of hearing my brother fuck whoever was in his room Saturday night, I’ve barely slept. I don’t do jealousy, but I’ll admit, my brother never has that much fun unless we fuck someone together. If the little slut wouldn’t have run out on him when she did, I probably would have taken him up on his earlier offer. I was two seconds from barging into his room and choking her with my cock just to shut her up. I groan and hit the elevator button. Three days of digging and I have finally found the information I needed. I tried to call Sebastian earlier this morning, but he didn’t answer. Hopefully, I can get to his office before he decides to give this new woman the grand tour. The elevator dings and I press down on the cuffs of my suit, smoothing the creases around my wrists. I enter before turning around and watch as the elevator doors start to close.

“Wait,” a feminine voice speaks as a dainty hand pushes against one of the doors. Light pink fingernails curve against the edge pressing into the metal. The motion sends an image of them wrapped around my dick. I don’t make a move to help with the door. I’m too busy wondering which of our interns decidedto paint their nails such a perfectly poised and innocent color. The doors finally take the hint and open back up, revealing the goddess behind them. Her pictures didn’t do her justice. She is absolutely devastating. She’s wearing an all black pin skirt that hugs her hips perfectly. Her crisp white blouse is pressed neatly. Not a professional pressing, but an adequate job nonetheless. She has on sleek black heels and her blonde hair is pulled back into a neat french twist. Her emerald green eyes widen when she sees me. I stare at her, emotionless, while my brain explodes inside. How dare she waltz in here, looking like that, and think she can just play our entire company.

“Umm, hello," she says nervously as she walks into the elevator and stands beside me. I don’t look down at her, even though I can see her peeking at me from the corner of her eye. It doesn’t matter. She won’t be here long, anyway. The elevator begins its ascension while I stand beside her, silently stewing in my anger. Suddenly, she turns towards me.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

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