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Excitement runs through me, but I force myself to take it slow. Even if it kills me.

I glance at her as she thrashes her head from side to side, arching her body, giving herself to me on a delicious platter I’ll never get enough of.

I nip at her thigh, then focus on her pussy again.

“Reed, please,” she hisses, a hint of urgency in her voice.

The same urgency is taking over me. I lift her hips from the mattress and dive in to eat her pussy, my tongue finally indulging in the ruthless exploration she deserves. The pressure builds inside me too, but I keep on fucking her with my tongue, my nose, my face. Her pussy is a universe I want to explore and get lost inside. And never, ever come up for air.

She calls out my name one more time, her body contracts for a second, and she comes. Her body trembles, but I’m so engorged licking her fresh wave of pearly cream that I don’t see her. My vision is blurry, my release not too far. I still lick her, eager to continue tasting her.

“Reed.”

I ignore her.

“You told me I could ask for anything,” she says, her voice throaty. “I want your cock inside me. Now.”

I finally lean back, covering her with my body, my balls about to explode. I position my cock at her entrance and thrust hard and deep. We groan in tandem, and I glance at her. She’s gorgeous.

Sweat slicks her face, and her beautiful eyes are big, shining bright. Our gazes lock, and my heart is about to burst from my chest.

“Yes.” I withdraw midway and slam in to the hilt.

“Yes,” she pants, running her fingers down my biceps.

I lift her leg and slide it over my shoulder. The slight shift gives us an even more intense angle.

“So good,” she says in a sexy voice. “I love being fucked by you.”

I growl and nip her upper lip.

I fuck her hard and deep, wanting more with each thrust. I need to do this more. I need to do this every damn day of my life… with her.

“I’m coming,” she says, a stain of red covering her cheeks and neck.

I pull my cock almost out and plunge back in violently. Her shriek cuts the air as she scratches my arms, and I let go. Pleasure rockets through me, drilling all the energy out of my body and leaving me a sweaty, dot-eyed mess.

This is crazy.

I roll onto my back and look at the ceiling, my breathing labored.

There’s no way my life will ever be the same now.

14

Eloise

“Thank you for your time,Ms. Newberry. I’ll look forward to hearing from you,” says Claire O’Donnell, an experienced woman in her forties who met me at the gym for an interview. She’s managed other gym chains before and has the charisma and intelligence to be a good pick for the CEO position. But she wouldn’t be me.

I sigh. “Sounds good. I’ll schedule lunch next week.”

Interviewing potential candidates for the CEO position is like dating. There is a lot of face-to-face and bullshitting until a decision is made. Every time I meet a new contender, I hear myself answering some of the questions I ask them. Then I mentally will myself to keep focus.

Every day it seems that being the CEO of Work4Fitness becomes a more manageable task.

Could it be? I could take a couple of classes in the fall to avoid missing out on the college experience entirely. I could take more classes the next year or drop out, depending on how I feel about it. I remind myself that I graduated school while working and taking care of my dad. So, in a way, I’ve been trained for chaos.Or am I being way too optimistic?

“Eloise?” Taylor, my assistant, calls, pulling me from my thoughts. She dashes into my office, several strands of hair straying from her topknot. “We have an emergency.”

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