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I spread my legs a little more and brace my hands on his head as he rips my panties in half and shoves his face into my crotch.

“Ahhh!” I scream, trying to get my legs to close over the extreme pleasure. It is too intense.

Nic’s hands grip my thighs, holding me apart for his skilled tongue to snake through my folds and enter me. A shriek fills the silence, and when I realize that it is me who produced the sound, I cover my mouth with my hands.

Nic slurps and sucks and in record time, I am writhing with the force of an orgasm. My eyes roll into the back of my head and for a moment I think I black out, because when I come back to earth, I’m straddling Nic who is resting in his office chair. His dick is hard against my stomach, and I can’t resist the urge anymore to lift up to allow him access.

I see my bra hanging off a tv monitor on the wall and bite back a laugh over the absurdity of it. Like a flag of surrender, it stares back at me—taunting me—reminding me that my body belongs to this man below me. That despite being on top of him and dominating the movement, he is the one in control of my body.

Nic Hoffman owns me.

His fingers scale up the vertebrae of my spine, inch by inch. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” His eyes lock on to mine. No matter how much I try to look away, he draws me back to his crystal blues.

I feel sweaty, undesirable. Yet, Nic seems to be attracted to the imperfect makeup, the messy hair, and the rumpled clothes thrown about his office space. It’s therealside of me.

My hands wrap around Nic’s neck as I leverage myself upward and back down again. When I think we have both had enough, I squeeze the inner walls of my pussy so tight that they milk him and bring me to climax. I flop my body onto his like a doll that’s lost its spine. I feel boneless and content. Nic hugs me close, enveloping me in his arms. With his fingers, he draws lazy circles and patterns on my back in the most soothing motion. I feel safe. Desired.

It is in this moment of the afterglow that I come to terms with just how much I missed Nic.

I shift in his lap, feeling my inner walls tighten over the soreness from the unexpected office romp. I should be used to him by now, but every time seems like the first with him. Nic has opened up my world to how good things can be, and these glimmers are only messing with my head. Every time we blur the lines, I am only making it harder on myself.

I melt as Nic combs his fingers through my hair, sending goose bumps racing all over my body. Both my heart and mind know not to attach themselves to any more illusions, yet no part of me wants to move out of the comfortable position that Nic offers.

I’m in a dream-like state when the creaking sound of the door startles me, and a shrill voice slices through the air. I know that sound. It is unmistakable. My head whips around in shock. Nic’s and my own voice merge as we both spit out the same two-syllable word in unison. “Tara?”

“What are you doing here?” I ask stupidly, shielding my breasts with my arm. She has probably seen them before, so there’s not much point to hiding.

Her hands rest at her waist as she cocks a hip out. “I’ve come to take back my man,” she says with certainty.

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NIC

I stare at Tara and then back at Claire as my mind tries to connect the puzzle pieces together. “You two know each other?” I ask, dumbfounded. “And what the hell are you doing here, Tara?”

Her eyes glare at Claire, and I pull her closer to shield her from Tara’s view. Every instinct inside me says to protect my girl.

“Give us a minute,” I snap at my ex. When Tara doesn’t budge, I scream out, “Give us a damn minute!” I wait until the door closes and huff more to myself than to Claire. “Who the fuck let her into this building?” I think of all the ways she could have gotten in and managed to get up to my office undetected. Something happened, and when I find out, there better be a good explanation or I’ll be going on a firing spree.

I look down at my girl who is trembling—maybe from the situation or maybe from being cold after coming down from her high. I want to cuddle her, wipe her clean, and give her the aftercare she deserves. However, I have an urgent situation to take care of and remedy before Claire gets some illusion that Tara and I still have a thing together. Because we most certainly don’t.

I gently lift my girl off my lap and scan the room for her clothes, finding her bra draped over a television. I grab it and hand it over to her. “Here.” Her eyes avoid mine. She is refusing to talk to me, and that alone is making me want to smash something. “She’s my ex, Claire. There’s nothing between us anymore. Just a history that I never want to repeat.”

Tara’s tinny voice calls out from the other side of the door. “Nic?”

“A minute!” I yell back.Impatient bitch.

I try to help Claire with her bra but get shooed away angrily with her hands. “I can do it myself.”

Tara pounds on the door. “Nic?”

“For fuck’s sake, give us a minute!”

“You still in there?”

No, I somehow managed to get absorbed into the walls and vanished. “Wait one fucking minute!” I yell back even louder. Maybe I need to invest in more soundproofing insulation. Just the fact that I can hear her nails-on-the-chalkboard screech is enough to be alarming. I stomp toward the door and click the lock into place. I’m head of the entire security department here, and somehow my cheating ex-fiancée got in without me having a clue. I grab my clothes and start putting them on as Claire finishes up with hers. She crosses her arms over her chest as if she is trying to conceal herself from my eyes entirely. “Will you at least say something? Anything? Be mad at me, fine, but we need to talk this out so you can see—”

“Listen.” She sounds so defeated that I want to pull her to me and make her see reason. I can already tell that the light that I started to see again in her eyes is about to be turned off. Our relationship is very fragile right now, and this developing situation is not helping it.

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