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They all jumped as Anthony slipped out of her, she shivered and jerked from his sudden detachment, and Mario’s hand stilled on her body as the three of them turned to face me with a look of shock on their faces. Yet none of them moved to get dressed and cover themselves. Perhaps it was the shock that froze them, but my mind was so fuzzy from all of this, I was beginning to think we’d been abducted by aliens and they’d replaced the humans before me.

Chapter 37

Tiffany

Mybodywasstillbuzzing as it came down from its high, begging to be on top again. It took me a good minute to realize that Jared Crawford was standing in front of me, staring at me naked. I had a flashback to his concealed member in his speedos this morning, and I shook my head against it, clearing the fog as I looked around in shock, trying to locate my clothes before jumping behind Mario and peeking out at Jared over his shoulders.

Oh, he was mad. His veins were protruding from his face as he narrowed his eyes at us. His voice boomed and shook the files on the shelves. I knew for certain that I’d lost my job now. There was no coming back from this, yet the only thing I could think of as I stared at him was that he’d managed to ruin my day, my fun, once again. I almost wanted to clap in applause for him for walking in at this moment, being right on cue as always. I should’ve expected it. Of course, it was Jared “Crush Your Dreams” Crawford.

I used Mario’s body as a shield as I grabbed up my clothes in a huff. Just a few more minutes and we’d have all had our big climax and Jared chose now, of all moments, to discover us. I didn’t even care about my job anymore. I was just frustrated. Sure, I’d managed to orgasm several times already, but it didn’t mean that I wanted to fall off this peak. I was so close. I pulled my dress up over my hips, not stopping to put on any of my undergarments as I shoved my feet in my shoes and ran my hand through my sweaty, tangled hair, knowing it was time to accept my losses.

There was no way I was going to be able to walk out of here without attracting the attention of everyone on the outside of this room, not after he roared at us and no doubt was ready to chase us out, well at least, chase me out of the room like I was a rabid dog. I wasn’t going to give him the opportunity.

I didn’t have time to fix my hair or do something to my face before storming out, and I was just going to have to deal with the embarrassment of everyone knowing that I was in here enjoying the slap of these two guys’ dicks on my face. I cut my eyes at him as I stormed past him, mumbling under my breath. “You could’ve at least let us finish,” I said.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he barked. Oh, yeah. The professionalism was definitely lost now. We were no longer boss and employee.

I spun around. “Isaid, you could’ve at least let us finish! Geez, I was this close,” I groaned while pressing my two fingers together. “. . . only to be interrupted again. Have you always been such a party pooper?” I asked.

He was stunned. His eyes widened and his mouth slacked before he started laughing in irritation. “You really are entitled, you know that?” he asked.

“And you really are a pain in the fucking ass,” I said, spinning around on my heels, mourning the loss of a sweet climax.

He grabbed me by the arm just time for me to hear Mario and Anthony run forward. “Hey, hey!” Mario said, grabbing Jared by the shoulder, and Jared held his hands up, motioning for him to calm down and wait.

“Why are you so fucking infuriating, huh?” he asked, and his tone had dropped several levels. His face was still tense, but it softened just a bit as his eyes changed to that deep darkness that let me know his true feelings. Oh, shit. I might have just finished as I felt my legs quiver and my sex flood with need but I was ready to come again.

He pushed me up against the shelf and pressed his body against mine. I had never felt this kind of burning passion before. It was different with the other two. This made me angry that I wanted him closer.

“Why are you so cocky and full of shit?” I whispered.

A moan rushed from my mouth as he gripped me around the waist, grunting. He pulled me up against his hard body, and I licked my lips as I crashed into him.

“You’ve invaded my thought since this morning, I haven’t been able to do anything but think about you and what you look like beneath this dress. What is it about you, huh?” he asked, grabbing my face and breathing against my lips, holding himself back from kissing me as my heart thumped against his abdomen in resentment for how much I needed his lips against mine.

“Well, now you’ve seen it,” I whispered. “Did you like it?” I asked, moving forward to kiss him as he held my head away from his and sucked in his breath. “There’s only one problem,” I panted.

“What?” he whispered against my lips.

“You’ve had your curiosity satisfied, and I’m still aching with the need to know what you were hiding beneath your speedos,” I said.

He groaned and swore before his lips attacked mine. It was rougher than any kiss I ever experienced. Aggressive and impatient, and I felt like I was going to faint with the instant rush his lips injected in my body.

I started reaching for his shirt but he held both my hands together in one of his, bringing my arms up over my head as his salt-and-pepper hair brushed up against my neck. I heard the buckle of his pants coming undone, and I stuck my leg out to wrap it around his, needing to touch him and bring him closer.

“So, you want to finish, huh?” he asked. “Those two fuckers didn’t satisfy you enough?” He smirked.

Gosh, I hated that fucking smirk that looked so unlawfully sexy right now. “Oh, they satisfied me over and over and over again,” I said, looking over his shoulder to watch Anthony and Mario staring at us, stroking themselves. Oh, gosh. I shuddered. It was so hot. “Mm, they were just about to satisfy me again before you walked in and ruined it,” I said, licking my lips.

“Is that right?” he asked. “Do you want me to leave?”

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted anything from him.

He gripped my face, hard enough to send shock down my spine and soft enough not to bruise me. “Tell me you want me to stay, I want to hear you say it,” he said against my lips.

And my pride went out the window. “Jared Crawford, I want you to shut the hell up for once and let this,” I said, getting my hands free and gripping his hard, throbbing rod, watching as his body shook, “. . . do the talking,” I finished. “Are you ready to do that for me?” I asked.

“So fucking stubborn,” he growled as he pulled up my dress, lifted my leg, and slid right on in.

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