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Viper

Even though neither of us made our intentions particularly secret, I still have to exercise a limited amount of discretion.

It ends up not being that hard. Pray knows very well that all the pointless debate and going back and forth about legal things and terms bore me to no end. When I deal with my lawyers, I tell them what I want, they tell me if they can manage it, and they do it, knowing that if they screw me over, whether by mistake or on purpose, there will very severe consequences for them and their families.

Thus, the rare times I have to be involved in deals like this, Pray has no expectation that I’ll stick around for any of the meetings that are strictly business and not social. I barely like dealing with the social part of these deals, of which aren’t over. Because after everything is signed, we’ll be having dinner later in the evening. But Dele being around certainly makes it much better.

Instead of following everyone else to the conference room where the legal department is waiting, I head to my office. It doesn’t get much, if any, use. Not from me at least. But I’m going to make use of it today.

I text her where I’m at and then wait around for her to find a good time to discreetly disappear. It takes her twenty minutes.

“I thought you’d be longer,” I say as she enters the office and closes the door behind her.

She tosses off her hat and blazer, and says, “Well, Addy Bianchi may have a mind for business and great ideas, but she doesn’t much have the patience for legalese and all that. Bella and Bond will look out for their cousin’s interest. Their money is supposedly tied into it, after all.”

“Addy Bianchi,” I say, testing the name for the first time. It doesn’t have the same ring to as Dele or Bell, but still fitting somehow. “It’s clever.”

It’s more than clever. It’s resourceful. It’s bold. It’s putting the answer in plain sight. But because it’s so obvious, no one would think to ask the right question let alone see the answer.

She begins to try to kick off her shoes. I shake my head.

“No. Leave them on.”

She sighs. “My feet are killing me, Viper. These damn shoes are the worst part of this whole guise.”

“Then come sit on my desk,Addy.”

She tries to hide it, but I see the way her entire body shivers when I call her that. She walks around behind the desk to where I’m sitting in my chair still, and then sits herself up on the desk.

She raises an eyebrow when I don’t immediately get up, but there’s something else. Want. Need. Desperation. I’m tempted to tease her. To make her wait. To make her beg. After all, I have no plans to let her get away with this stunt no matter how clever I think the whole thing is. But we don’t have the time. Eventually, someone is going to notice that she’s gone. This is, unfortunately, going to have to be quick for now. If we’re lucky, we might get more time later.

So I stand, grab her by the front of her jumper to force her forward, and kiss her.

Immediately, something explodes in me that I haven’t felt since our last encounter too long ago. Something I didn’t know I missed until now. When I realized I hadn’t had it.

Her lips taste like something today. Something I’ve never tasted on them before. Apples. Apple flavoring to be specific. It must be in her lip gloss. Speaking of her lip gloss, it makes it so that our lips glide easily against each other.

I could kiss her like this all day. But we don’t have all day. We don’t even have a few hours. Likely only a few minutes.

I reach down between us and between her legs, press up hard against her pussy through her clothes. If Dele weren’t already sitting on the desk, I would have had to catch her with the way she melts and practically collapses into me at the touch.

I press harder, so hard I can feel her arousal through the layers of her clothes. They’re either that thin, or she’s that fucking wet. Doesn’t matter to me. Just knowing she’s as ready as I am has me even more ready to take her than I was earlier at lunch.

I feel up the front of her outfit to find some way to undo the clothes and give me access to what I want. When I don’t find it there, I reach down to the slits on either side of her jumpsuit to see if there’s a way to push her clothes aside from there. There isn’t. And Dele doesn’t seem interested in helping me figure it out. Whatever. Not knowing or having the patience to figure out how to get her clothes off hasn’t stopped me before.

I reach up to her neckline, grip it, and prepare to tear it off her. Before I can, Dele catches my hand and pulls her lips away.

“No,” she says firmly. Then she rolls her eyes and says, “What is it with you and ripping my clothes?”

I hum into her neck before placing a kiss there and say, “You never seemed to mind before.”

“I do mind when I don’t have anything else to change into,” she says, returning the gesture by placing a kiss on my chest where she’s managed to get the buttons undone. I don’t even remember when she did that. “And it’s one thing to openly proposition you in front of a potential business partner and another to walk around naked because you tore my clothes off. And I really don’t feel like having to stop you from killing every man who saw me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

She laughs as she finishes getting the buttons undone. “You would.”

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