Page 161 of Hidden Ties

Steeling himself for the loving glance as she stepped out the elevator, he pressed the button to close the door. “Bye.” Detached, he didn’t watch her walk away.

He got off the elevator on his floor and greeted his assistant before heading to his office.

He worked through the morning, checking his cell phone every hour for the text he was expecting. At ten, the text he was waiting for popped up on his cell phone.

Be there at twelve.

Calling his assistant, he gave her two files that needed to be returned to the file room.

“You can take your lunch at eleven thirty. Would you mind driving to the Casino Hotel? I left my briefcase on the table by the door. You don’t have to cut your lunch short, and I’ll pay you extra for the inconvenience.”

“No problem. I don’t mind.”

Handing Mrs. Boward his room key and a hundred-dollar bill, he thanked her before returning to work.

With that nuisance taken care of, he answered the multiple emails that had piled up over his long weekend.

When the clock on his computer told him it was eleven thirty, he exited the file he was updating and went to his private bathroom. After releasing the two black coffees he’d had, he washed his hands then swished mouthwash and spat it out in the sink. Unemotionally, he stared at himself in the mirror as he ran a comb through his hair.

He had just sat his ass down when Livvy came in without knocking.

“Lock the door,” he ordered when she started walking toward him.

Pivoting on her high heels, she went back to the door then moved across the floor toward him.

“I missed you.” Uninhibitedly dropping down onto his lap, she licked his lips before sliding her tongue inside his mouth.

“God, I’ve missed how you taste,” she purred. “Garrett tastes like a garbage disposal.” Her fingers began familiarly untying his necktie. “He eats onions for every meal. The only reason I cankeep from barfing in his face is because he promised me the keys to my brand-new townhome tomorrow.”

Kent caressed her thigh as she notched her ass over his dick. “Did you bring what I wanted you to get for me?”

Sliding his necktie free, she swung it around her neck. “Have I ever disappointed you?” she cooed, licking the hollow of his neck. “Hot stuff, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you,” she murmured sultrily. “I brought the flash drive, too. I’m such a good girl, aren’t I?”

His hand went to her inner thigh, pinching the soft flesh until he heard her give the moan of sexual desire he was waiting for.

“No one gets me the way you do,” she whimpered, her ass pressing hard on his cock.

“Where are they?” he asked, unmoved by the needy way she was moving on him. Even her hands smoothing over his chest to go to his belt buckle left him feeling cold.

Livvy waved one of her hands carelessly to the purse she had set on the desk.

“Let me see.”

She shifted on his lap, spreading the front of his pants wide open to take out his cock. “What’s the hurry? What you wanted is in there, safe and sound. It’s your turn to give me what I want.” Livvy’s jealous eyes locked on his. “Or did you wear yourself out last night and didn’t save anything for me?”

A cruel smile molded on his lips, which he knew would dampen her cunt before he could touch her. Sliding a finger under her thong, he found her clit slick, sending her frenziedly sliding her hand up and down over his hardening cock.

“What do you think? Don’t compare yourself to Sage.” When he stood up with her in his arms, she lost her grip on his cock as he lifted her to the side of his desk. Moving her purse to the side, along with his phone, he pulled up her dress to her waist as he sat her ass down.

“Do you hate fucking Sage as much as I hate fucking Garrett?” she moaned, reaching up to pull his mouth to hers, passionately kissing him as he twisted her clit harder.

Smothering her moans with his mouth, he released her tortured clit to rub his finger in her slick juices.

“As soon as he signs the condo over to me,” she panted out, “I’m going to saysee ya later, sucka.”

He pulled a breast out of her skimpy bra and over the top of her dress, and his mouth covered the nipple, sucking it vigorously.

“Oh … Kent …” she moaned. “Bite my nipple. You know how I like it …”

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