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“Delete it,” she screams.

“Hell no. Look at that. That fat beautiful ass is mine.” I point to her butt. “That belongs to me.” I cackle.

“Rhet Banner, how would you like it if I took a pic of your dick?” she says.

“I will put my cock on a nice counter for you to get the perfect angle. You can use it for your background pic on your phone.”

She covers her face in shame.

“Hell, you better put it as your screen saver. If any guys asks if you have a man, whip out my cock and show him.” I can tell she’s holding in her laughter.

“Come here.” I turn my chair as she comes to me.

I rub my hand up the seam of her thighs.

“To believe I was here just this morning.” I pull her closer, resting my face against her pants zipper.

“I need you so bad right now,” I groan into her crotch.

“No.” She rubs my hair lightly and steps away.

“Excuse me?” I watch as she goes around the desk back to hers.

“No. I’m your PA here. Wait until later.” She replies with a wink

I blink, trying to grasp what the hell she’s saying, especially since all the blood from my brain has slid down to my pants.

“Hold up, so we’re not about to fuck?” I gesture to my cock which will be catching a case of blue balls if this continues.

“You can be so crass, no. I want the employees to have respect for me.” She picks up some more files on her desk.

“Fuck the employees. A lot of them would love to be here sucking me off.” I realize that isn’t the right shit to say because she stops working and looks up at me. I stay silent being careful of my next words.

“Sorry Zee, at least a hand job. Please.” This is what I have been reduced to, begging my woman to fuck me.

“When we get home. Right now, I’m an employee.” She starts back to arranging the files.

“Fine, you’re fired.” I lean back. “Now about my cock.”

“What? No, fuck you and your cock,” she sneers.

Oops, I guess that wasn’t the thing to say. This relationship shit is hard as fuck.

“Okay, I was wrong for that, but I do want to you to stop working for me.”

I’m serious, I want her out of this office. I should be taking care of her not having her work for me.

“How am I supposed to get money? I have a family to provide for.” The way her nose flares, I don’t think I’m making this conversation any better.

“You’re my woman, I’ll take care of your family.”

She shakes her head. “No, those are wife vibes. I like making my own check.”

“I want to take care of you. I’m a man, you’re mine. You’re my woman,” I sound like some neanderthal but that’s okay with me.

“The answer remains no. There’s a time and place for everything. This is my job.”

“Zeeta, I can fire you and have you out of here in three seconds.”

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