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“It’s probably safest that way. In fact,” he turns to me, stoic and cold, “let’s keep it that way tonight.”

We sleep back-to-back, and tonight turns into three.

Part of me understands; I feel the same as Nash about Alena. Part of me grieves; I may never feel anything like I did with Nash.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

NASH

If you thinkI’m furious and frustrated that I’ve made Vale off-limits to me again?

That I’m a fool to think I can have Vale by night, then hide it from my daughter the next day?

That I’m fighting the beast inside. The one that lies beside Vale in bed, my muscles tense and telling me to fuck her until we both scream for our lives.For our love?

I am, but she’s taking it to the next level. Vale’s not furious about it; she’s ferocious. The worst part? She’s even sexier with her claws out.

Like right now.

“It’s not a business expense, Ms. Monroe.”

“Look here, Poindexter.” She points to the transaction on the screen. The one where she classified her purchase of a Bum Flick Vibrating Butt Plug as a business expense. “Testing the products we sell is a business expense.”

“Personal items aren’t expenses.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Sex isn’t personal here; it’s professional.”

“Alright then.” I lean back in my chair. “Let’s audit.”

“Let’s not and say we did.”

“Answer my questions like I’m the IRS because theywillbe coming.”

She smirks. “It’s our business to make sure they do.”

“Exactly.” I take off my fake glasses. I’ve had a headache for three days. They’re not the cause. She is. “Did you test your product here, in your place of business?”

“Test a butt plug? While I’m paying our utility bills? No.” She smirks. “Accounting turns me off.”

Point on the board for her.

“Where did you test your product?”

Okay, now, I’m digging. I do and don’t want to know, as she twists her lips.

“Where, Ms. Monroe, and was it during paid company time or on your personal time?”

She snaps, “Stacey doesn’t pay me to go to the sex club and test a butt plug.”

Point for me, and yep, I asked, and it was foolish.

My heart starts to pound. My pulse skyrockets. Reason feels optional. As if I won’t kill now at the thought of anyone with Vale. Even me.

“So you went to another place of business, on your personal time, where you tested a very personal product with a…” I glance at the screen, reading the description more fully, “with a… with a fuckingremote?” I seethe, “With anotherperson?”

The tables turn. Now, Vale loves this because jealousy paints my face murderous.

“Yes, Mr. Allen.” She leans in, lingering her fingertip over my clenched fist. “It’s a vibrating butt plug that claims to feel like someone is flicking your A-spot or your prostate in three luscious speeds and seven sinful patterns. I needed to confirm the A-spot claim for my female customers, and man, did I ever, but as for prostates? Care to do a customer review for us?”

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