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Aside from the fact that I wanted to be bent over Anthony’s desk again with my breasts and hips pressed up against the hardness of it as he jolted my body with his amazing people skills, Anthony would be the kind of lawyer that marveled me with how he managed to be so good at his job, as his help indicated to me tonight and also managed not to be an ass about it. I almost wanted to suggest Anthony to Chris to see if he’d start sputtering and glitching, if sparks would start shooting off his body as he backfired like a car, combusting into the air. But I couldn’t risk turning my brother into dust particles.

“I’d like to respectfully decline your offer,” I said.

Jared spoke just in time as the words left my mouth. “That might have been the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

We both looked at each other and looked away as Jared took a gulp of his alcohol. I envied them all here getting drunk. I knew it would make my night a whole lot easier to endure but I learned my lesson. I’d only drink when I didn’t have work the next day. Lucky bastards.

“Look at that, I’m bringing you guys together already. You agree on something,” Chris said in a weird sort of disappointed excitement.

I shot him a look just as Jared shook his head.

“Okay, fine. But you do need a mentor, don’t you? How about Mario, or do you guys hate each other too?” he asked.

My eyes shot up to Mario’s glacier blues that I’d been trying not to stare into all night because they made it hard for me to hide how I felt toward him. Now I was the one who started to glitch as I thought about how perfect that arrangement would be. I fought a smile as I looked away, not needing Chris to start analyzing that too.

“Oh, no. We get along great,” he said, giving Chris a pat on the shoulder. “I’d love to mentor your sister.”

I kept my head lowered, pressing my lips together to hide my widening smile. There was no way I could look at Mario now because I was sure he’d have a look on his face that would cause me to just give everything away.

“Great!” Chris clapped his hands together, making me jump a little bit. “So, what do you think, Tiff?”

Okay, heaven help me. What did I think? I thought that was the best idea he’d had all night. Oh, Chris didn’t want to know that I was thinking about all the excuses we’d have to spend time together, under his direct watch and tutelage. Sign me up. I fought the warmth in my cheeks and forced a poker face as I raised my head. “If you insist. I guess I’m okay with it. As long as it’s not putting you out.”

I was fighting hard to appear casual about it as I saw a smile creeping onto Mario’s face, which he covered by swiping his hand over his beard. “It’s no problem at all,” he said. “I can make myself available to you.”

I knew there was no doubt about that. The temperature of the room just got a thousand times hotter. I needed a shower and Mario in my bed to celebrate our newfound partnership. Well, it wasn’t that new. My abdomen clenched with need when I thought about how good he mentored me last night. I ran my hands over my skirt, clasping them in a rush as the fibers teased my palm, sending currents racing through my body at the thought of just how good he was at guiding me, showing me what I needed to know. I’d never have traded having my first time with such a gentle, patient and dedicated mentor.

“Perfect!” Chris said.

Oh yes, it was. He looked so relieved. He had no idea that Mario was just as much a distraction for me as Anthony was. And he didn’t have to know because who was going to tell him? It wasn’t going to be me.

“Thanks for doing this, man.” Chris returned a pat to Mario’s shoulder before piping up, heading toward the champagne and popping it open like Mario popped my cherry last night. “Let’s celebrate!” he yelled.

“Oh, yay. Great,” Anthony said, his tone sarcastic as he turned a quick smile away from me.

With Chris focused on the pouring of the champagne, Anthony trying not to make eye contact with me, and Jared trying not to look at me at all, Mario and I had our first lingering stare of the night. I could see where his mind was going through the lust in his eyes, and I was more than willing for him to take my hand and guide me to wherever he had in mind.

He smiled at me, and I spasmed as pleasure took hold of me. I bit down on my bottom lip and was about to clench my thighs when I saw Mario’s eyes drift between my legs, widening as we both realized I was not wearing any panties.

I felt like such a bad girl, so sly and risqué as I kept my legs open for a bit longer, taking delight in watching his eyes turn dark. There was a flash of confusion across his face for a while, but it didn’t last long as he adjusted himself and crossed his own legs to hide what I was sure I was hoping to see as I felt my pelvic muscles clench and my center flood with liquid.

I remembered earlier, the feel of Anthony’s hardness in my mouth and as I thought about what Mario was trying to conceal, I felt saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of doing a lot more than just tasting his again. Okay, this was a problem. I threw my legs together, squeezing as I stared at him. He loosened his tie. We were gonna have to get out of here soon and head back to my place.

I could already see us in the shower, in my bed, and a replay of this morning in my head as I closed my panting mouth to swallow and turned my gaze away from his. Because all anyone had to do at this moment was take one look at us and our secret would be blasted into little pieces and it was too perfect to ruin, too much fun to hide.

Chapter 29

Mario

Well,okay.Icouldget over the fact that Anthony fucked her, even if he lied to me. It was clear to me now that it was her underwear across the room on the floor. But I had him to thank for Chris assigning me to Tiffany, so it all worked out in the end. By the looks of it, her desire for me hadn’t waned. Therefore, I hadn’t lost her. All I did was gain a valid excuse to be around her and have private “talks” with her away from everyone else without drawing any suspicion. So, thank you, Anthony.

I couldn’t believe my luck and I wasn’t complaining. Not with her sitting across from me grinning with her legs opened just enough for me to see the red hair beneath her skirt. I licked my lips and smiled back at her. Damn, my cock was hardening already, and I couldn’t blow the shot I’d just been given. I crossed my legs to hide it, forcing it back down with pressure because even though I was tempted to exercise my mentorship privileges at the moment and pull her aside, I’d rather have her tonight with no disturbances, her face pressed into the shower wall as water washed the day off of us, if she wasn’t too tired to go again. And by the looks of it, she was not. It took so much for us to break eye contact with each other as Chris came toward us with drinks, causing us to straighten ourselves up and “act normal.”

Tiffany yawned and stretched, raising her breasts up and whether it was done on purpose, she had me adjusting again and laughing at myself for acting as if I’d never seen a woman’s breasts before.

“Guys, as much fun as this has been,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “I have to get up for work early tomorrow, so after this drink, can we call it a night? I’m so tired.”

“Oh, right, yeah, you must be because of Jared over here.” Chris play-punched him as Jared shoved his hand away with a devilish grin. “Alright, alright, we’ll get out of your hair.”

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