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“All the things.” I know I’m being vague, but I can’t talk dirty like him.
“That’s why I’m here.”
“You’re big,” I whisper, enjoying his touch.
“Fuck, Erica.”
I feel his length through his jeans, and that can’t be comfortable. Of course, my boss is a monster. What else would he be? He’s big in everything he does, so his dick wouldn’t be any different.
His fingers fill me so much that I can’t imagine how he would feel inside of me. His eyes lift as he sucks my nipple, holding my breast to his mouth as he takes his fill of me. He stares at me and I stare back. This is a connection. No matter how much we might deny it, it’s there, blatantly written on our faces. “Come again for me,” he mutters. “Eyes on me when you do.”
“I can’t just come on command—oh!” His thumb juts against my clit and his fingers quicken. “Brew, oh my god.”
“When any part of me is inside you, it’s Dylan,” he growls. “Trust me when I say those tits are mine, so is this pussy, you got me?”
I don’t have time to answer because I’m spiralling. It feels so good, beyond good, freaking incredible with his fingers penetrating and his thumb nudging my sensitive bud.
I fall apart, crying out his name as I pant like a freaking whore, begging him for more.
I can’t hold on. I need him. I need him inside me… but like all good things, they come to an end too quickly. There’s movement at the front door.
“Brew?” Nova calls out. “Are you in there?”
“Fuck!” Brew swears. “I was meant to pick her up.”
I squeal as Brew removes his fingers from my pussy and I quickly put my breasts back in my bra and fumble to do up my blouse. “Shit!” I mutter. “Double shit.”
But Brew isn’t one bit bothered, instead, he adjusts his dick, making sure I see, then he tips my chin so I’m looking at him. “This isn’t over,Sparky.” I open my mouth to reply, but he puts a finger over my lips. “Shhh, she’ll hear you.”
“Brew!” Nova calls out. “I know you’re in there! You need to get me a key!”
“I’m comin’!” he yells back, then to me he says, “You look so fuckin’ hot all messy. I think I’d like to keep you.”
I don’t even have words as he strides off to open the door and I scramble into the back offices before I get sprung.
I don’t believe it.
I can’t believe what we just did.
With horror, I realize he still has my panties.
I’m going to go home without freaking panties!
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Brew
I let Nova in, giving her a half-hearted apology about forgetting her, and she responds by handing me an empty bag of takeout that she devoured on her Uber ride over here.
“Why can’t you stay at Haze’s?” I mutter.
“I like your place better.” She shrugs.
“You mean I have better food.”
“That, and you have cable.”
