Page 22 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

"Nothing is wrong with the software," she says.

I send her my hardest stare and command, "Since you know your code so well and don't mind challenging me in front of everyone, I'm going to make an example out of you."

A look passes through her eyes that I interpret to mean, 'Do your worst.'

I tip my chin to the ceiling as a symbolic instruction for her to head back upstairs, and I don't move until she storms past me.

The three of us ride the elevator to the top floor, and the second we land, Mike takes the hint and scurries off.

Chloe starts to walk towards her office, but I nudge her to come with me to my office instead.

Since she can be so fucking disrespectful, let's see her take the penalties like a big girl.

I follow her into my office and slam the door shut before rounding up on her.

"You just have to be a pain, don't you?"

She crosses her arms on her chest and glares me down, "Says the guy going around pissing on people."

I point at her, "You know who's doing the pissing among us. Not me."

Realization dawns on her face, and her eyes soften just a little. She nods slowly, "I see what this is about. You're mad because I don't want anything to do with you."

Not exactly, princess.

"It's you giving me these weird signals. Sometimes you want me so bad, and other times you act like you can't stand me," I deadpan.

My head is pulsing badly. Still, I'm invigorated enough to yell, "Just pick a damn side already!"

Chloe walks up to me and, with a look of sheer determination, says, "The side I'm on is called '

I can't stand you!' Are you happy now?"

That's it. I'll teach her a lesson.

I grab her by the hips and pin her to my desk, ignoring her shocked gasp. Thankfully, she is wearing a skirt today. It serves to make my work easier.

My hands snake up her skirt to grab hold of her panties and yank them right off.

She gasps but doesn't protest.

With one hand, I gently push her until her back is flat against the desk, and with the other hand, I part her thighs.

Her pink entrance is wet already, but I don't have time to explore that confusion. I dip down and place my mouth over her heat.

She squeals and bucks her hips, trying to get more contact. I respond by tasting every inch of her, nibbling on her sensitive bundle of nerves, and pumping my tongue in and out of her.

In no time, she's ready to come.

I wait until her thighs begin to squeeze around my head and for her moaning to become more sporadic.

"Oh God…Kane!"

I lift my mouth away from her heat and take several steps back from the desk.

She's instantly confused, and her eyes fly open.

"Kane?" She moves her head to the side to see me smirking at her from one end of the office.

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