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I hang up the phone and let my head drop onto the back of my office chair.

What the hell am I going to do?

As images of Kristen and Derrick try to resurface again, I push them down, replacing them with Sawyer. I remember smelling her perfume before I reallysawher the first time we met. The angry look on her face in the garage. The way she looked like a deer in headlights when she found out who I was. I remember when I held her in my arms. How close our lips came to one another’s.

Reaching between my legs, I rearrange myself. My rock-hard cock pushes against the zipper of my pants, and it feels like the seam is going to bust. The moment my hand palms my cock, I know I’m in trouble. I should have known that touching myself with visions of her in my mind would cause a reaction like this.

Standing up, I walk to my door and turn the lock. I need a release, and I need it now. With Sawyer’s face still fresh in my mind, the sweet smell of honeysuckle still swirling around me, I unfasten my belt and pull my zipper down. I grab the box of tissues from my table and bring them to my desk. Pushing my pants down just below my ass, I return to my chair and pull my cock through the opening in my boxers.

My entire body tingles the second my palm wraps around my shaft. I lie my head on the back of my chair and let Sawyer guide me. I imagine my hand is hers as my fingers tighten around it. The friction creates heat, summoning pleasure with every stroke.

I close my eyes and remember how soft and warm she felt beneath my palms. I remember the pins and needles that flooded my body as we almost kissed for the second time. But this time, in my mind, we finally connect.

Her lips are plump and soft, and she tastes like honey. My cock grows harder when I feel her boobs press against my chest as if she’s trying to get closer to me. It feels like no matter how close we are, it will never be enough.

Her hand pumps my cock slowly, drawing out the pleasure even though she knows how badly I need to let go.

“Sawyer… baby… I’m not going to last long.”

“I’m touching myself, Jackson. Wait for me, and we can come together.”

I open my eyes and look down. Sawyer is on her knees before me, completely naked. Her legs are spread wide and she’s rubbing her clit in haste.

“Jackson,” she moans my name, and I nearly lose it then and there. “I’m close. Wait for me.”

I place my hand over hers, the one that’s wrapped around my cock. My other hand cups her cheek, and I watch her pupils dilate as her pleasure soars.

“Sawyer, I want you.”

“I’m coming, Jackson. Come with me. Now!”

A breathy groan escapes my throat as I squirt my cum into the wad of tissues in my hand. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Inhaling deeply, I try to control my breathing.

“Fuck me… I’m in trouble,” I say to my empty office.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JACKSON

The next morning, I woke up with Sawyer on my mind again. I managed to make it through the day without jerking off whenever I thought of her, but I did it two more times when I got home last night.

Now I’m in our elevator, and she’s still at the forefront of my mind. I didn’t think I had any cum left after last night, but my swollen balls are telling me I thought wrong. I cross my wrists in front of me and pray the elevator goes straight to the garage so I don’t have to hide my perma-erection from anyone who may step into the car. But as the elevator comes to a halt on the twenty-third floor, my hopes were dashed.

The doors open to reveal my blue-eyed angel standing on the other side.

What the fuck did I ever do to you?

I don’t often speak to the big man upstairs, but I make him a promise to do it more often if he can get me through the rest of this elevator ride without losing complete control of myself.

“Oh. Hi,” Sawyer smiles at me uncomfortably. “I’ll get the next one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re both adults. We can get through what almost happened... twice.”

What am I saying? Let her take the next one.

No. I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself. Besides, it’s a short ride down. God, but the tension is thick, and she hasn’t even stepped in the elevator yet. The second her foot hits the floor of the car, I feel like I could choke on it. I pull on the knot of my tie slightly, so it’s not as restricting. Once she’s in and the doors close, I feel my body pulling itself closer to her. I’ve never felt a desire this strong before. It courses through me like molten lava, burning me as it goes.

“By the way, you’re in a binding contract,” I look at her. “You didn’t give me a chance to say that yesterday. So, I don’t accept your resignation.”

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