Page 60 of Devious Secrets

I nod again.

“Yes.”

“Why?” It’s almost a whine, like she just can’t get a handle on me and it’s starting to wear on her.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“Yes.” I slip from her body, watching my cum slide out from between her pussy lips. It’s a thing of beauty.

“You really are insane.” She jumps up from the bed as I reach for my clothes.

“I have meetings in the city most of the day. Do you think you can stay out of trouble while I’m gone?” I buckle my belt, leaving my hands on it while I ask the question.

“No. I think I’ll burn down the place if you don’t let me go home!” She stomps her foot, which makes me chuckle.

“There’s enough staff and guards here that I’m not too afraid of that.” I adjust the collar of my shirt.

“I hate you.”

I smile. “Megan, if that was you hating me,”—I point to the bed—“I never want you to like me.”

“You got here fast.” Ivan meets me in the stairwell leading down to Obsidian.

“You said there’s a problem. What is it?” I brush past him and jog down the rest of the stone steps to the secret area beneath our legal moneymaker. It’s not that this part of the building is unknown; it’s that it’s kept off the books.

Things done down here don’t belong to the IRS or any other government watchdog agency.

“Did I tear you away from something?” Ivan eyes me. He’s only a year younger than me; he knows me better than almost anyone in the world.

“Not something. Someone.” Kaz steps out of one of the playrooms just as we pass and joins us.

“What were you doing in there?” I ask, stopping to glance inside.

“Relax. I was checking on the new equipment that arrived.” He shakes his head. “I don’t dip my pen in the company ink, you know that.”

I pause. Kaz has his own set of rules that he follows. He’ll break any law that gets in the way of what he wants, but his own rules are strict and ironclad.

“What about the waitress last weekend?” Ivan cocks an eyebrow.

Kaz grins, producing a deep dimple on the left side of his cheek that seems to make the women in this damn city suckers for anything he says after displaying it.

“She worked upstairs.” He shrugs. “Different inkwell. Besides, it was her last night. She left to go work at some accounting firm in Joliet. And I thought we were discussing Alexander finally having someone warming his bed long enough that he doesn’t want to get up at the ass crack of dawn to work?”

“You stay out of my bed.” I push the door to the main office open and we file inside.

“See? She’s gotten to him.” Kaz walks the periphery of the room before settling himself in the armchair in the corner.

“No one hasgottento me.” I frown. “She’s information, that’s all.”

“But I thought she’s given you all the information you can get from her?” Kaz pushes. He’s always the first to find the button that will piss me off the most and press it.

“She’s not your concern.”

“Oh?” Ivan questions. “She’s got ties to DeAngelo, but she’s not our concern?”

“She’s not a threat to us,” I clarify.

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