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“It wasn’t what I ever wanted, but everyone at work uses last names. So yes. I’m Jasper at work. What’s going on, Reva?”

“I have to work late, but it’s for a cool reason. We secured an invitation to a round table at the White House in two days. So, I won’t be able to do dinner.”

The disappointment shouldn’t have been so strong considering that he’d decided to cancel on her before she called.

“That’s a good reason for missing. How late is late?”

“Jim says he’s going home at ten no matter how far we are, but hopefully we’ll be done by nine.”

He glanced at his watch. That was still six hours from now.

“I still want to see you tonight. We have a lot of ground to cover my sweet slut.”

She gasped. “Noah, I’m at work.”

“Am I on speaker?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem? Are you not my sweet slut even at work, Reva?”

She was quiet, but her breathing grew heavier.

“Answer me or I’ll come to your office to get an answer.”

“I am, Sir,” she whispered.

“You in your office alone?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then tell me what you are.”

“Your slut.”

“My sweet slut. Say it again.”

“I’m your sweet slut, Sir.” Her voice was less strained this time, and he smiled. She was getting more comfortable being dirty with him.

“Good girl. You’ve been saved from me coming to your office to see how wet your panties are.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

He chuckled. “You have no idea what I’ll do to you, Reva.”

“I suppose I don’t.”

“But hear me when I say I’ll never put your job at risk. Everything I do will be done as safely as possible. But you’re still going to feel like my objectified little siren when I’m doing it.”

“I trust you, Sir.”

The noise changed, and he heard a voice in the background.

“I’ll let you go, gorgeous. Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll send you instructions.”

“Sounds good. Bye, Noah.”

“By Doc.”

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