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I brought her hand back down on top of me, keeping my hand over hers, guiding her. Holding her hand while I essentially jerked myself off felt like we were a team of some sorts. It grounded me into the reality that she was there with me, snapping me halfway out of my psychosis while the other half drilled the pussy I wished was gripping my dick the way that she was.

I was about to moan so fucking loud. But I caught it, gripping the door handle once again, plastering my head to the seat, closing my eyes and trying to control my breathing as I moved my hips in slow, tender thrusts against her hand. If I really let go, I’d be fucking the shit out of her hand and Chris would be choking me out from the back of the car.

The pressure of holding myself back caused me to start sweating so hard I thought I might pass out. My hand rushed to my shirt buttons to undo them so that my pores could absorb some kind of air. I heard Tiffany utter a soft “fuck” as her hand left my dick for a brief moment to run along my abs and chest. I grabbed her hand and kissed it. She stroked my lips with her thumb before dropping it back to my cock and rubbing me off so fucking good, I’m pretty sure my eyeballs touched the front of my brain as I pressed my lips together and exploded on my abdomen.

Even then, after coming, I could not stop shaking, jerking against her hand, as my hips threw themselves forward, and I tried to hold them back. “Ohhh shit,” I whispered to myself as my body started spasming, and I couldn’t control it. I just had to let it do what it had to do and cross my fingers. That orgasm lasted a good fucking minute, rocking the fuck out me, I needed a few minutes to feel myself in my own body again, to feel my legs again. Shit, how was I going to manage to leave this car without collapsing in a pile outside of the door?

I sat with my head back on the seat, panting until my head, arms, and legs didn’t feel as if they each weighed one hundred pounds each. I heard her groan as I started to button my shirt. She was looking at me, biting her lips, as if she was disappointed that it was over. I ran my hand through my damp hair and exhaled. I couldn’t wait to get her alone again, but for now, this would suffice.

Man, I wished I could lean over, kiss her neck and tell her thank you, but it would take too much effort for me to move right now. My numb body would be knocking against everything, clumsy as fuck, prompting Chris to wake up, wondering what the fuck all the commotion was about. And if I started kissing her, I didn’t know if either of us would know when to stop.

Within minutes, we were approaching my house, and she gasped at the sight of it. It was large, had manicured lawns, a remote-controlled gate and security system on the outside of it that could be accessed with facial recognition.

“That’s your house?” she asked.

It was funny to see her expression since I’d seen her parents’ house. Mine was a lot less impressive.

“Yeah, maybe one day if you’re lucky, I’ll invite you over,” I whispered, feeling my body moving toward her smiling face and having to pull myself back when I heard Chris’s voice scaring the shit out of me.

“Are we home yet?” he groaned and stretched in a groggy voice. “Oh, shit. We’re just getting to your place?” he asked, squinting at the time on the dashboard as I pulled my hand away from Tiffany’s. “Was there traffic or something?”

Damn it. I was so close to getting a kiss good night. I was ready to risk it. But I shouldn’t be complaining because we got away with a lot.

“Something like that,” I said to Chris as I opened the car door. “Get home safely, have a good night, and thank you.”

I directed my gratitude to Tiffany who grinned in return. “My pleasure.”

Hell, what a day. I was already looking forward to tomorrow and seeing her at work as I headed inside for a shower and the sweetest of dreams.

Chapter 30

Tiffany

Ihoppedoutofmy baby-blue Lamborghini at six thirty in the morning at the offices of Crawford & Beam. The chirp of my car alarm preceded the clicking of my baby-blue heels across the pavement as I made my way toward the towering reflective buildings that were almost as tall as skyscrapers. I tried to see if matching with my car would help it to feel more like me. Chris had dropped me off at our parents’ house to pick it up after I’d spent the night at his, getting to know my niece and his pregnant wife, learning to be a good aunt and sister-in-law. Even though the car came from his dealership, he still whistled upon seeing it again, marveling at its beauty. It was beautiful, just a bit flashy for my taste, said the girl in a bright yellow work dress to compliment the baby blue hues, a.k.a. me.

It was two hours earlier than I had to be there, but I was trying to rewrite my first impression since Jared and I got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I had no intentions of leaving, and I did not want to have that short time period on my resume to stir up questions at other interviews, so I was going to have to try to get along with Mr. Grumptity Grumpelstiltskin. That and after last night’s fun, I needed to get in earlier to reorganize all the papers Anthony and I had flung across the floors when he was on top of me, playing some kind of hocus pocus magic on my mind and body. Magic that I was hoping to be involved in again sometime soon.

And I needed to review the work that we’d gotten done, finish up what we hadn’t, and hand it in to Jared. With any luck, I’d hand it in even earlier than he’d expected so I could get to witness the even bigger shock effect playing out on his rigid features. I felt refreshed and ready to go as I returned to Anthony’s office to collect the papers. My pulse raced with the hope that I’d run into him, but alas, when I got there, he wasn’t in yet, of course, because it was so early. Not that it stopped his assistant from being there or the few associates and attorneys that were getting their morning coffees, having chats here and there while the keyboards of others sounded like the stages at a tap-dancing event.

Thanks to Anthony’s assistant, I was able to grab a few files to take back to the file room when she stopped me. “Ms. Levine, Mr. Whitlocke asked me to let you know as soon as you came in that your cubicle is now ready.”

Mm. Mr. Whitlocke. Why did hearing his last name said in such an official way tickle my spine the way it did? I fought against the heat in my cheeks, though, I wasn’t sure I was able to hide it since my body was the ultimate traitor, always blazing a startling red, telling on my emotions. It was not the greatest thing for a lawyer to have such a physical sort of visual effect, but lucky for me, I hadn’t stepped foot in a courtroom yet, so I still had time to learn how to hide it.

In fact, I thought I did a pretty good job around the office and my brother, given the circumstances. I feared, though, that standing here, not expecting to hear his last name said in that way since none of the people we were around referred to him as anything other than Anthony, I was caught off guard and wasn’t able to hide it from his assistant in time. I was sure she saw the heat in my skin, but she had no reaction to it whatsoever.

Of course, she didn’t. I wasn’t the first woman in this office to blush at the sound of his name. I mean, if I were her, I’d be rolling my eyes on the inside as yet another of his conquests stood before her, giddy from something so silly as the name she heard every single day for as long as she was working with him, I mused. Yet, I didn’t mind being seen as Anthony’s conquest, especially since I thought that it was the other way around.

“Thank you.” I smiled at her as she led me there. After several trips in and out of Anthony’s office, I now had my previously bare desk rocking from the weight of the files piled on top of it. I didn’t waste time getting to work because I had a goal, the look on Jared’s face, a framed picture in my mind’s eye, motivating me as I read through and made notes before typing out my findings.

It had taken a little bit over an hour for me to get everything done. I surprised myself. Thanks to Anthony, we ended up getting quite a bit of it sorted last night. I needed to remember to find him when he came in and give him a special gift of gratitude. Buzzing from excitement, I gathered the end product and flew out of my seat with my chin up, shoulders held straight and back, as I made my way toward Jared’s office. Joy and victory quickened my steps, my heart thumped the drum beat of a celebratory song. I was almost skipping down the halls, except I wasn’t as I tried to hide the satisfaction pumping through my veins.

His office door was just a few feet away, my feet sped up so much, I was basically running forward only to find that his office was empty and closed. It was like that window cleaner advertisement where the poor bird landed face first into the elusive glass.

“Ms. Levine.” I heard from behind me, causing me to jump. In my single-minded journey toward Jared, I hadn’t seen that his assistant was sitting right there.

“Oh, my goodness! Good morning. I’m so sorry . . .” I started, feeling so rude for not acknowledging her before.

She waved me off. “It’s okay. Mr. Crawford has that effect on people.” She smiled.

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