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“Besides,” he says, “someone has to help River heckle you.”

I guess we’re going to face the past after all.

14

Sutton

Up until this moment,I’ve had no problem keeping my distance from Holland at work.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

I wouldn’t saynoproblem.

Truth be told, I’ve been spending a lot of time talking my dick down, and I’ve even had to excuse myself from a few meetings because every time she gets up there and starts controlling a room, it makes me way hornier than I’d like to admit.

Holland is gorgeous in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

She’s gorgeous in nothing but a blush too.

But when she’s in her element, kicking so much fucking ass, looking so strong and fearless? It does something special to me I can’t quite explain.

And right now, that’s what’s happening.

Everyone’s eyes are on her because she’s been presenting for the last fifteen minutes.

Mine are on her for entirely different reasons.

Reason #1: the way her longs legs look with a pair of red heels on her feet. I wonder how good they would feel digging into my back as I fucked her in them.

Reason #2: the way her ass looks in her skirt. I’m dying to know what panties she’s wearing under it.

Reason #3: the buttons on her top that are straining against the material. I’m betting if she arched her back far enough, they’d pop, and her beautiful tits would break fee, leaving me able to suck on her nipples like I did this morning before the sun rose.

“So, as you can see,” she says, one hand on her hip, the other holding a clicker as she moves through slides on the big screen hanging in the office, “if we’re able to execute the initial lead generation with success, HoneyWallet will see a million-dollar profit in the first sixty days of release.”

A few people nod, a couple others murmuring in agreement, and Holland grins with satisfaction.

“Thank you, Holland. That was great and full of so much useful information.” Jessa claps her hands. “We look forward to seeing how this plays out.”

Last week, Jessa asked everyone who had applied for the project manager promotion to create a presentation as a way of testing our abilities to run a team successfully.

I gave mine yesterday, and the moment we got home, Holland dropped to her knees and asked me to repeat it as she deep-throated me.

I had no idea talking analytics could be so fucking hot.

“Good stuff, huh?” Emma leans over to me. “She did good.”

I honestly forgot she was even sitting next to me, being so focused on Holland.

I clear my throat. “Uh, yeah. It was great. I think her projections are spot-on.”

“It wasn’t as good as yours though,” she says as we rise from our chairs and make our way out of the meeting room.

She stays hot on my heels all the way to the break room, leaning against the counter right next to me as I grab a mug from the cabinet, plop a pod of coffee into the machine, and press brew.

“I’m not trying to be mean,” she continues, crossing one leg over the other, then folding her arms over her chest. Her tits are practically hanging out of her blouse with the movement. She lifts a shoulder. “I’m just being honest. You are way better suited for the project manager position than she is. You just have this…air of authority she’s lacking. You know what I mean?”

Emma grins at me as she says it, thinking she’s complimenting me, but she’s fucking wrong.

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