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Just Pepper.

Just me.

Just the feeling of our bodies intertwined together.

“Come home with me tonight,” I whispered.

She breathed out slowly. “I can’t. I have work in the morning.”

Work.Fuck. I just wanted to wake up next to her. I wanted tobewith her.

“We can’t do this again. You have to tell me the club?—”

“I’ll take you a club. As your Dom,” I said. “But I’m not letting go. I don’t care about anything else.”

She grabbed my face, giving me a stern expression. “You are going to go places. You can’t be tied down to someone like me. You deserve better.”

“You’re wrong,” I whispered.

I needed her to see that about herself. We could find ways to work around our careers, but whatever this spark was between us deserved a chance to ignite.

She shook her head. “I’m not. Your music belongs at Rosethorn, butthis? This toxic attraction?Thisdoesn’t belong anywhere in our lives.”

“It doesn’t have to be toxic,” I said. “You could tell your board. Just tell them that we’re together?—”

“We’ve known each other fordays.” She scowled and then wiggled against me. “Put me down.”

“No.”

“Put medown.”

I held her a moment longer and then pulled out, slowly setting her down. Before she could spin away, I went to my knees in front of her, running my hands up her thighs. I looked up at her, bunching the skirt of her dress up to look at her pussy, my cum dripping from her.

“I’m not going to give up the meeting tomorrow,” I said as I pushed it back inside her with two fingers.

Her breath hitched. “I would never ask you to do that.”

“I know. It crossed my mind though. That we wouldn’t need to resist each other if that was the case.”

“You’re not giving this up. I’m certain that by the end of Friday I’ll have contracts on my desk to review. A proposal…” Her words trailed off as I pushed more of my cum back into her.

“You could tell them no. Tell them you don’t want me.”

“We both know that I want you.”

I drew my fingers back and reached up, offering them to her. She parted her lips, sucking my cum off them.

“You aren’t even giving us a chance,” I murmured.

“Youknowwhy I can’t. It’s unprofessional. It’s…”

I swallowed hard and stood, releasing her dress. “Okay,” I said. I hated this, but I wouldn’t keep fighting her. “You don’t need to stay for the rest of the show. I’ll run their lights.”

Pepper froze. “But…”

“But what?” I bit out. “The sex club is called The Garden. I’ll text you their info tomorrow. It’ll be perfect for you. I doubt you’ll have any trouble finding a good Dom that will treat you right.”

“Salt...”

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