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I begin to move faster, slamming into her pussy with long strokes. I grab her ass, lifting her. Her legs instantly wrap around me, giving me better access to her pussy.

“Oh, fuck. Jocelyn, I’m coming again,” I moan.

I keep slamming into her pussy with long, hard strokes, not wanting to stop. She screams out, “Yes, yes, yes!” Her body shakes as an orgasm hits her again.

I feel my orgasm building inside me, and I know I won’t last much longer. “I’m going to come soon,” I gasp.

“Me too,” she cries out. “I love fucking you, Dylan.”

“Tell me what you want!” I growl. “Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Fill me up, baby. Give me everything.”

Her pussy squeezes my cock tightly as I erupt inside her. I grab her hips and keep plunging into her over and over. Her orgasm is so intense that she throws her head back and screams out my name.

I collapse against her, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little sore,” she replies. “But I’ll survive.”

“I think you’re more than capable of surviving.” I chuckle. “Besides, you seem to be doing quite well. You’ve been having a lot of orgasms lately.”

“I could have more if you’d like.” She giggles.

“I would like that, but I think we should take a small break. Maybe get something to eat.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Chapter 26

Jocelyn

Wespentmostofthe weekend in bed, occasionally taking time out for a meal or rest break. Dylan checked in with Parker and Lucas a couple of times. Lucas was able to confirm that the text messages were being sent from burner phones, but so far, he hasn’t been able to identify the sender.

He also emailed over some surveillance videos taken in the lobby of my apartment building on the night of the vandalism. Most of the faces were those of neighbors and other residents familiar to me. There were a few visitors and delivery people that I didn’t recognize, but no one strikes me as sinister or out of place.

The identity of the vandal remains a mystery.

Now it’s Monday, and we’re back at the office where there is a whirlwind of activity going on. The launch date for StreamScape is almost upon us, and everyone has their heads down, ensuring all is in order. Dylan has made it clear how important a successful launch is to him and the company. He’s even gone so far as to promise bonuses if certain metrics are met. He’s also hoping the saboteur will inadvertently give himself or herself away. With a bonus on the line, anyonenotworking hard will move up the suspect list. However, there is no luck yet on that front.

I’ve momentarily set aside my regular duties to work closely with Clare to organize a launch party for the staff. Dylan has historically taken the “stick” approach over the “carrot” approach so we’re really having to scramble to throw this event together at the last minute. However, Dylan is determined to show that he’s a changed man and has given us free rein and a large expense budget to make it happen.

As I huddle in my office with Clare, pouring over event details and brainstorming ideas to make the launch party memorable, I catch glimpses of Dylan and his focus unwavering. He’s constantly on the move, checking in with various departments and ensuring everything is on track. Despite the intensity of the situation, I can see a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. This launch means everything to him, and I want nothing more than to see him succeed.

The countdown to the launch date feels both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. The pressure is mounting, but I’m fueled by a sense of determination and a desire to continue proving myself. Amidst the chaos, I can’t help but wonder if the saboteur is watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. We’ve remained vigilant, but their identity remains elusive.

Toward the end of the day, I find myself seeking a moment of respite. I spot Dylan in his office, engrossed in a stack of papers. I knock gently on his door, and he looks up, a mix of weariness and determination in his eyes.

“Hey,” I say, offering a small smile. “How’s it going?”

Dylan’s face softens as he sets the papers aside. “It’s been a whirlwind, but we’re making progress. I’m impressed with how smoothly everything is coming together.”

I step into his office and close the door behind me. “You’ve been working nonstop. Are you taking care of yourself? Did you even have lunch today?”

He chuckles lightly, the sound tinged with a touch of exhaustion. “I’ll admit, I’ve neglected my own well-being a bit. However, seeing how dedicated everyone is, it’s hard not to give it my all.”

I reach out and gently grasp his hand. “I admire your commitment, Dylan. “

His grip tightens, and he meets my gaze with gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, Jocelyn. Your support means the world to me.”

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