Page 44 of The C Agreement

“I’m not picky.”

She playfully pushed on my shoulder. “Cop-out. I told you. You have to tell me.”

“I like a lot of stuff. And sometimes, it just depends on the day.”

“I get that. But you have to have some favorites.”

I grinned. “Creampies.” And squirting, but I kept that one to myself. I didn’t want Rayne to feel bad that she didn’t do that.

Her eyes rounded. “Is that why…” She blinked and frowned. “Do you fuck everyone without a condom?”

“Nope. Just you. And one girl in high school, but that was me being young and irresponsible. Besides you, I always use condoms.”

A smile slowly expanded across her face even though she tried to hide it. “That explains a lot.”

“Like what?”

“The no-condom thing. I thought it was because of the way it felt, but now, I’m thinking it’s also because you like to come in me.”

I grinned. “Guilty.” I loved seeing my cum in her.

SEVENTEEN

RAYNE

I tappedmy pen against my L-shaped desk as I lifted the phone receiver to my mouth.

“No, the revised report needs to be sent to me by the end of the day. That should be at the top of your priority list,” I said to the associate attorney on the other end. “I need you to also put in a reminder call to the defense attorney’s office for the missing files. They’ve been ignoring my emails. Let me know if they give you the runaround.”

“I’ll get right on that, Ms. Thompson. And I will let you know how the phone call goes.”

“Thank you.” I hung up the phone and quickly jotted down a few notes.

The sound of a throat clearing had me swinging my chair around to face my door.

“Cade.” I bolted out of my seat.

My brain immediately recalled the words he’d said to me over our discussion at lunch a little over a week ago.

“If I’m going to agree to this, I need full access to your pussy at all times.”

So far, that had been in the evenings and on weekends. Sometimes in the morning before we both had to leave for work.

He’d also told me I should wear skirts to work, and today, I was in a dress.

“Damn, that was hot. I like the bossy side of you.”

I smirked.Just not in bed.

“What are you doing here?” I asked calmly despite the pounding of my heart.

“I had to run an errand for work, and I was in the neighborhood.”

All the stiffness left my body. He’d dropped in to say hi.

The corner of his mouth slowly rose in a smirk. “I’m also hungry.” He strutted backward and closed my office door.

My mouth went dry. “What does that mean?”

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