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"Maybe I'd like that." She licks her lips and steps toward me. "Maybe the very thought of that is making me aroused."

My breath catches as she flirts with me. "Shall I test it and see if you're telling the truth?"

"Why not?" She presses her lips against mine and flutters her lashes against my face. My heart is racing as she teases me. I've never seen this side of Sabrina before, and I'm not sure what's come over her. I like it. It makes me realize that she's not quite the innocent I thought she was.

"I'm ready if you are." I spin her around so that her ass is to my crotch, and I reach up and grab her neck lightly. "So, Ms.Sabrina, what's it to be? A loud, obnoxious fuck fest, or are you going to tell me why all these women are suddenly calling me?"

Chapter Seventeen

Sabrina

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say as innocently as possible, though my body is shaking. Wes's hands are around my neck. And while the pressure isn't too much, it feels incredibly sexy. I feel like a different person standing here with him. I don't know what it is, but I suddenly feel the most alive I've ever felt. I think about all the phone calls he's been inundated with, and I feel incredibly guilty. This is my fault, and I'm not sure how he's going to take it when I tell him what I've done.

"Sabrina," he says in a sing-song voice as his right hand slips down the front of my body towards my belt buckle.

"I just put these clothes back on," I say, turning my neck slightly to look into his eyes. They're dark and brooding and teasing. I feel like I could fall into them.

"Sabrina, you've got five seconds before I have these jeans down and my cock is in your?—"

"Fine," I say, cutting him off. "I do know why you're getting the phone calls, but it has nothing to do with Erica. She didn'teven know about it up until about an hour ago, or maybe two. How long have you been here?"

He lets out a low chuckle and spins me around. "Okay, so tell me what's going on. Did you put a job ad up or something? Why are all these women calling me?"

"I wouldn't quite say it's a job ad, but..." I bite down on my lower lip. I really don't want him to be mad, and I really don't want him to fuck me so loudly that everyone on the floor can hear, though I do want him to fuck me again. Maybe not right now, though, because I do have work I need to do.

"Sabrina, I'm going to give you ten seconds to tell me what's going on and then..."

"And then what, big boy?" I say, reaching my hand to the side of his face and running it across his stubble. He growls as he grabs my hand and pulls my index finger to his mouth. I gasp as he opens his lips and sucks on it.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl?"

"Oh, of course, I am," I say in a sweet little voice. And he growls again.

"I'm warning you, Sabrina."

"What? What are you going to do?"

"I think you want me to do something. I think you're teasing and taunting me on purpose because you want me to take control." He chuckles. I see the glint in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side and looks me up and down.

"I didn't know you were such a tease, and I didn't know you were submissive."

"What?" I start laughing. "I'm not submissive. Trust me."

"But I think you like it when I'm dominant. Is that why you like me so much?"

"I didn't say I like you, period, let aloneso much. And, I mean, yeah, I like you taking control sometimes. That doesn't mean I'm not also going to take control. Next time we fuck,"I say, pushing him down on the bed and straddling him, "I'm going to be on top."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that," he says, shifting me so that now I am hovering on top of his cock. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if you rode me right now. However"—there's a glint in his eyes as he rolls me onto my back—"I want you to tell me what's going on."

"Fine. Do you remember the other night when you were going on and on about how you could have any woman you wanted?"

"No, I don't remember that," he says, shaking his head.

"Well, basically, you intimated something like that, so I thought, well, if he thinks he can get anyone, why not see what options he really has?"

"Why not see what options I really have," he repeats dumbly. "What does that mean?"

"I posted a personal ad for you."

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