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“Do you want me to suck you, Sir?”

Suddenly he was naked and her lips were around his cock. Clutching her hair, he guided her movements until he was ready to climax.

“No,” she purred, lifting her head.

“You’ll do as I say.”

“Not yet, and I won’t be easy. I’m not like anyone you’ve ever spanked before.”

Jolting from sleep with a raging erection, he pushed back the covers, grabbed his cock and began to stroke. The image of Emma on her knees in front of him swirled in his head, and in just a couple of minutes he exploded. Dropping his hand away and closing his eyes, he let out a heavy groan.

She was the daughter of a heavy hitter.

Had the dream been a warning to tread carefully—or a sexy challenge?

CHAPTER TWENTY

IT WAS MID-MORNINGbefore Zach was able to grab five minutes with Jerry Goldman. Walking into the reception area and smiling at Kevin, Jerry’s personal assistant, Zach was about to say hello when Kurt Fielding burst from the boss’s office. Dressed in blue jeans, a white silk turtleneck and navy blazer, Kurt looked like a throwback to the seventies. The long wavy hair hitting his collar didn’t help.

“Hi, Kurt, how are—“ .

“Can’t stop,” Kurt grunted, cutting him off as he strode past.

“Apparently there’s an issue,” Kevin declared as Kurt left, slamming the door behind him.

“No kidding,” Zach remarked. “How are you?”

“Just enjoying another fun day in the land of drama queens and kings. You can go in, but tread softly,” Kevin warned. “There were raised voices.”

“Thanks. I figured.”

Walking up to the inner sanctum and knocking, Zach entered and approached Jerry’s impressive desk. The boss claimed it once belonged to Louis B. Mayer, one of the founders of MGM and a Hollywood legend. Genuine or not, the intimidating piece of furniture gave the office and the man behind it an image of prestige and power.

“I’m guessing you’ve got a project for me,” Jerry declared, gesturing for Zach to sit down.

“That would be a good guess!” Zach replied as he settled in front of the intimidating piece of furniture. “Moonbeams and Fairy Dust,” Zach announced, placing the script on Jerry’s desk.

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