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The door opens as I grab onto the corner of my desk and pull myself back.

“I should have known you two were in here,” she says with a knowing smile.

Were we that obvious out there? Oh shit, does the whole office know?

“It’s supposed to be a party and you two work addicts can’t turn it off,” she says with her tipsy laugh. “Come join in the fun!”

“I’m just getting to know Kyra better,” Brandon says. “She’s got a quick tongue.”

My eyes go wide as Linda laughs. “Yeah, she’s always full of wit, that one.”

“We’ll be there in a second,” I say as I shoot Brandon a dirty look. He’s grinning at me.

Linda leaves the door open as she wanders back into the office.

“Tomorrow morning,” Brandon says as he stands up and fixes his jacket. “Nine a.m. We’ll visit the factory, and it will be my turn to show youmyquick tongue.”

I stare at him speechlessly as he shoots me a sexy grin before walking out the door.

ChapterSeven

Brandon

“And this is where we keep the compounds for mixing,” the floor supervisor Greg says as I walk over with Kyra. He shows us the materials, droning on about each one, but it’s impossible to focus with my girl beside me. She’s stealing all of my attention in that white short-sleeve blouse and tight black skirt.

I look over at her as Greg struggles to open a big jug of glycerine.

She looks up at me shyly under those long lashes. Her hands are clasped in front of her and I fight back a groan as I remember how good they felt wrapped around my hard cock.

The sight of her on her knees, pleasuring me, silky mouth sliding up and down my firm shaft, excited look in her eyes… I’ll never forget it. It was the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.

I still don’t know what came over me yesterday. Talking to her like that. Being so brazen. Speaking my mind. It’s like this incredible woman has removed the filter from my brain.

“That’s some high-quality glycerine,” Greg says when he finally gets it open and shows us. It looks like regular clear liquid to me. “The best in the biz.”

We continue along the production line where the workers are putting labels on the containers. I’m just waiting for a chance to get my girl alone again.

Finally, it comes.

“Greg!” someone calls out across the factory floor. “Phone call.”

“Take a message,” he calls back. “I’m showing the new boss around.”

“No, you go,” I quickly say. “I insist. It could be important.”

Greg scratches his balding head as he looks at me. “Are you sure? I can just call them back later.”

“Go,” I say in my most commanding tone. “Miss Black will finish the tour for me.”

“Okay,” Greg mutters, looking upset that his opportunity to impress the new boss is over. His shoulders slump down as he walks away.

I turn to Kyra’s gorgeous face. Her eyes widen a little as she looks up at me.

“You want me to finish the tour?” she asks with a swallow.

“Yes,” I say, grinning down at her. “I want you to show meeverything.”

“Okay,” she says in a breathless tone. “Follow me.”

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