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He parked before theapartment complex, then texted her. While he waited for her to come outside, he looked at the building, remembering that he’d been here recently under different circumstances.

Looking away from the apartment complex, his eyes settled on the bags on the back seat. Zain smirked, anticipating going home and showing Taeja what he bought her.

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eyes, he looked over and saw a woman taking brisk steps toward his car. She opened the passenger door and sat, then looked over at him with a heavy sigh.

Zain raised a brow, wondering what caused this reaction when she was chirpy on the call minutes ago. “You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m just glad you finally called.”

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Cavaughn stepped into hisoffice and whistled. “You better hope no one reports you to HR.”

Damon chuckled. “You heard that?”

“The entire office heard,” Gavin replied, pausing before the sofa. “Have you already sanitized this area? My feet are tired, and I want to sit, but I don’t know if you had intercourse right here. Semen can—”

Cavaughn rolled her eyes. “How do you remember so many facts, Gavin?”

Gavin pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and grinned. “I have a photographic memory.”

“Oh, yeah? Tell me all the numbers of PI.”

Gavin cleared his throat. “Three point one—”

“Okay, enough. We believe you,” Damon interrupted, glancing at the two. “How can I help?”

“While you were in here… doing whatever it was you were doing… the team was working on the game. We stumbled on another problem,” Gavin said, and Damon sighed.

“That’s what I did, too.” Cavaughn chuckled. “The problem is with the graphics. I know illustrations are my area and we said we wouldn’t bring anyone else in it, butplease,can I get someone to help me? There are so many good coders at my alma mater who’d love to be my apprentice.”

Damon thought for a moment. “Sure. Let me know what you decide on.”

Cavaughn smiled. “Thanks, boss!”

Damon nodded, watching as she left the room while Gavin stayed behind. Damon raised a brow. “What?”

Gavin cleared his throat as he approached the desk. He straightened the name plaque on the desk and wiped away a small white speck with a napkin. “So…”

“So?”

“You were having sexual intercourse?”

Damon rolled his eyes, snatching the pencil holder from Gavin, which he’d been wiping at. “Does your OCD make you reorganize everyone’s office?”

“Sometimes.” Gavin grinned. “My question.”

Damon’s mind flashed to Taeja and Zain being here three hours ago. That was amazing. How tight Taeja’s pussy gripped his dick. The sensations at the head of his dick every time his piercing rubbed against her tight walls. Her voice… Her reactions. Her.

He was hardening again from thinking about it. He could hardly wait to have her like that again.

Breaking away from his thoughts, Damon looked at Gavin, who was putting some sanitizer on his hands. “I’m not telling you about my sex life.”

“Doing it in the office opened all of us to it. Do you know you can be put on the registry for public sex?”

“In my office?”

“Well—”

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