Page 31 of Wicked S.O.B.

“Hmm. Your eyes are closed. You never close your eyes this long. It’s scary, actually.”

I feel another grin tug at my mouth. “Maybe I don’t want to open my eyes and see how badly you’ve ruined my suit.”

“Just your suit? You’ve ruinedme, Mr. Blackwood.”

I open my eyes and stare down at her perfect face. “Quinn, please. Mr. Blackwood has left the building now that he’s achieved his fantasy of fucking Elly the Waitress.”

Her nose wrinkles before she bursts out laughing. The sound forces that crack of possibilities wider open in me, and before I know it, I’m laughing too.

We laugh and kiss and hold each other tighter. After a moment, she sobers. “I should’ve told you about Dr. Freeman. I’m sorry.”

“Yes. You should have. But it’s okay. Is that why you came here? Was this all to make it up to me?”

“Partly. But I came mostly because my man bared his supposedly nonexistent soul to me this morning, and I wanted to give him something back.”

I lower my head and taste her lips again. “Does that make you happy, when your man bares his…himself to you?”

She nods. “What you said touched me. But I know it troubled you to admit it too. I want us to get to a place where admitting our vulnerabilities to each other doesn’t have to be painful.”

“And you think the good doctor can get us there?”

Her eyes widen as they stare into mine, and I know she hears the possibilities I feel. “I think it wouldn’t hurt to let him help us work toward that goal.”

I kiss her again before I lay my forehead against hers. “Okay.”

Her breath catches. “Okay?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, woman.”

She blinks rapidly but I still see the sheen in her eyes. “I love you.”

“That’s great, sweetheart, but my suit is still ruined. And it’s still the middle of my fucking workday.”

The smart comeback I expect doesn’t happen.

“Oh God.”

I tense. “What?”

“You ripped my dress.”

“Your piece of shit dress,” I clarify.

“How…The rest of my clothes are downstairs. What am I going to wear to get out of here?”

I slide my hands beneath her and lift her off the table. Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel myself harden again as I head across the room. “Maybe I should keep you here, get you to service me a little longer.”

I can tell the idea isn’t entirely displeasing to her. Her legs wrap around me and her fingers tighten in my hair. But still she says, “No, I have things to do.”

“Like?”

“Studying. Homework. Researching the best places to find a job when my training is over.”

“You can come and work for me.”

Surprise jerks through her. “What?”

I stare back at her without responding and try not to be too irritated when she starts to shake her head a minute later. “No. You…I can’t—”

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