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My eyes go wide. “What?”

“My rules, Georgia. Access anytime. On your knees.”

Heat blasts across my cheeks. I stand there, stupefied, until I realize he’s being entirely serious. Biting my bottom lip, I try to push away the warning sirens blaring in my mind. This is a really bad idea. We could get caught. God, his son is right down the hall. But the mere thought of my lips wrapped around him sends a deep pulse of need through me—a craving I have no intention of denying. Dropping to my knees, I undo his belt and pull his zipper down, exposing his already steel cock. My arousal soaks my panties.

“Eat your lunch, hungry girl.”

I lean into him, wetting my lips before I take the crown of his cock into my mouth and work my tongue along the protruding vein. The moment I feel his hand against the back of my head, I do my best to relax, hoping to keep my gag reflex at bay as he thrusts my head forward, his dick hitting the back of my throat. My gargled moan vibrates over his shaft, earning his grunt of pleasure as he drags his hand up my neck and fists my ponytail.

“Fuck, I love how hungry you get,” he growls. I suck him harder, tasting his pre-cum. I pull back, rolling my tongue over the head of his cock, then open wide to take him again when he pushes my head back down his shaft.

“That’s it—fuck…” Tightening his hold on my hair, he takes control, guiding my head as I bob up and down. I lick and suck, keeping my jaw lax as he fucks my mouth. My nipples are hard against my blouse. My sex is swollen with need. I slide my hand inside my skirt to find some relief, and he kicks it away. “I don’t think so, greedy girl.”

I groan, needing my own release.

“Not while you’re at work. What kind of boss would I be, letting my intern get off on company time?”

He’s taunting me, knowing it’s turning me on more. At this rate, one flick is all it would take for me to explode.

He thrusts deeper, and I moan, squeezing my thighs together, loving the way he fills my mouth. Fuck, I would do this all day if he let me.

“Fuck… I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re gonna take it. Swallow every last bit.” His cock swells and spasms inside my mouth. The warmth of his cum seeps into the back of my throat. I do my best to swallow everything he has to offer, and by the time I’m done, I’m breathless. He releases his hold, and I lean back, watching as he tucks himself back into his slacks.

“You’re welcome for lunch. We should do this again.” His smile is dangerous. I stand on shaky legs, praying I don’t have any wet spots showing through my skirt.

“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Blake?” I ask, playing the same game.

“That will be all, Miss Price.” His phone rings, and he dismisses me, taking the call.

I head toward the door and come to a stop.My hair has to be a mess. And my clothes… ugh.I adjust everything back into place, fix my ponytail, smooth my hands over my hair and down my shirt, then open his door, smile at his oblivious assistant, and head to the cafeteria for my second meal.

“Your dad’s not gonna get mad?” I ask Noah.

At the end of the day, Noah offered to drive me home, and I accepted. After all, Jackson couldn’t expect me to avoid him entirely without raising suspicion. Then he got a call, and it seemed he invited friends over for a pool party.

“Not that I give a shit, but no. He couldn’t care less. If you haven’t noticed, my dad and I try to stay out of each other’s way.”

“Are you ever gonna tell me why that is?”

He cocks his head my way. “Nope.”

When we pull into the driveway, Jackson’s car is already parked in the garage.

“I’m fucking starving. How do steaks sound?”

“Sounds great,” I reply.

“Cool. My dad’s a master on the grill. Since he’ll do anything to win my love, I’m gonna have his ass cook while we party.” I offer a small smile, but I can’t help the swirling in my gut. I feel bad for Jackson. He’s trying to be part of his son’s life, and Noah is so cold toward him. I don’t understand why, and I want to. I consider asking Jackson, but going behind Noah’s back would be a betrayal to him. A short, cynical laugh escapes my throat.

“What’s so funny?”

I glance over at Noah, shaking my head. “Nothing.”I’m worried about betraying Noah by asking his father a question while fucking him behind his son’s back.

I need serious help.

Chapter sixteen

Jackson

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