Page 153 of The Devil We Know

I smile, allowing more of that warmth to sneak in as I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her.

I press my face into the crook of her neck and whisper, “Thank you.”

Epilogue: Full Circle

Matt

When Jessica accepted myfree-use deal, I foolishly figured she would ease her way into it. Instead, she has thrown herself so eagerly into the situation that I fear I may have to put some rules and regs in place.

I can't tell if she's just insatiable or trying to prove a point, though, honestly, I have no idea what that point might be other than I have the stamina of someone a decade younger than me.

I'm not sure how long I can keep that up, but for the most part, I'm willing to accept the challenge.

One thing I can say is that she's certainly doing her best to take my mind off my problems.

We haven't heard anything further from Darius, and we still have no idea on the fate of Antoinette. I know these questionsweigh heavily on everyone, and there are some days I'd just rather not do anything.

Luckily, things are already beginning to pick up with Power PR Management, and I know that once it's up and running completely, I'll be busier than ever. That also means that I will likely be doing a fair amount of travel, and with Jessica based in the Los Angeles area, this may prove to be a problem for her.

Not that I want to be separated from her for long, but a lot of her business is still hands-on and requires her to be in the building. Maybe it's her knowing this that has her so amped up to have me on every surface of her office and our home.

Recently, she ended up moving her office to a different part of the building. She hadn't planned on it, but one day, when I was visiting her there, she seemed out of sorts, so I mentioned it.

Most of the time she wasn't consciously aware that she was having any type of reaction to being back in that room. But I could see, looking from the outside, the nuances she had blocked from her own mind.

She had her things moved that same day, and by the end of the week, she seemed to be a different person.

Her new office is bigger and on the top floor. It has an en-suite bathroom and a nice sitting area, and I'm a bit confused about why she didn't move sooner.

And today, our standing weekly plan to meet for lunch, I walk into her office completely unprepared for what I'm going to find.

It takes me a moment to truly comprehend what I'm seeing, and then I immediately turn, closing the door and locking it. Turning back to face her desk, I cock my head, my eyebrows raise, and my eyes open wide. “Did you need something, sugar?”

She smiles as I close the distance between us, stopping beside her and peering down. “I take it that you are to be my lunch?”

She nods, her smile widening as she says, “This is fun, right?”

I chuckle and shake my head. “While I didn't expect to come in here and find you in this position, I'm not unhappy about it.”

I step back a few feet, taking in the picture she makes. She's bent over her desk, arms out in front of her with her wrists tied to the corners. I walk behind the desk taking in the sight of her ass in the air, her feet forced apart with a spreader bar that appears to be slightly uncomfortable. I walk behind her, pressing my front against her ass. “Dare I ask who helped put you in this position?”

She giggles, pressing herself back against me. “I think you know the answer to that.”

“Do I?” I ask playfully. “It appears you've become rather close to everyone I know.”

She giggles again, her breath picking up as she continues to rub herself against me. “Sure, but I wouldn't let anyone see me in this position who hasn't already seen me naked.”

“So, you're saying if any of them ever see you naked, then it's fair game?”

“Oh, does this fair use game extend to group stuff?”

I move my hands to her hips, pulling her back against my hard cock, thrusting rhythmically. “Maybe. I mean, technically, that's up to you. I am just here to serve at your will.”

I step back a pace, putting some distance between us. She groans in frustration. “I take it you want me to be in charge for lunch?”

She nods emphatically, her ass wagging in front of me as she pants. “Yes. I need it.”

I place a hand on her lower back, my other hand stroking and kneading her ass cheek before placing a swift slap on it. She gasps, then moans again, and I repeat the process, this time the crack of my palm on her soft skin sounding through the room.

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