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“Theo, did you see that?” she laughs.

Keeping my eyes on her, I smile as she rewinds the video for me.

“Pay attention.” Her giggle is music to my ears. When I don’t avert my gaze, she takes my chin in her hand and moves my face toward the phone. “Watch.”

“Okay, okay,” I playfully sigh.

Yeah, this is what I prefer.

No doubt about it.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Wren

While I enjoyparts of my job, this type of work doesn’t fulfill me in the way I hoped it would. Sure, I get to help those who require it, but my ultimate goal is to protect the company, not its employees, and that makes my skin crawl. I don’t give two flying fucks about this institution. They “pride” themselves on being transparent and caring for their people, but after what I’ve seen, it’s the polar opposite.

A few other colleagues join the meeting, and Vera starts to go over the cases that need immediate attention. With my eyes on my boss, I hardly notice the door behind me crack open and a man with bed head pop in, only to retreat when he sees me on my computer.

Flicking my eyes back to Vera, I jolt when a hand squeezes my knee. “Theo? What are you doing down there?” I whisper.

“Nothing.” He leans forward and kisses my bare leg.

“Theodore,” I hiss as his hands reach underneath my shorts. “Now is not the time!” I say so only he can hear me.

“Wren? Is everything okay?” Vera asks.

With color rushing to my cheeks, I nod. “Perfect, I just need a moment. Excuse me.” Turning off my camera and mic, I direct my attention back to Theo. “Theodore?—”

“I love when you say my name.” He works my shorts over my ass and down my legs, leaving me in my white tee and black panties.

“Theo, this is seriously not a good time.”

He nips my thigh. “I miss you. You left me all alone. . . to fend for myself.” And there goes my underwear. “You look stressed.”

“Pardon me if I ‘look stressed,’” I mumble even though I’m muted. “My best friend is about to go down on me during a work meeting.”

“Boyfriend.” He corrects me while bringing me to the edge of my chair.

“Boyfriend,” I repeat with a small smile. “Myboyfriendis about to go down on me during a work meeting.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Theo, I don’t think— Oh my god,” I gasp.

“Don’t think,” he murmurs while licking my folds to my clit. “Let me please you. I’m desperate, bebita.”

“Say that again,” I plead.

“Bebita,” he moans between sucking.

“Yes,” I whimper.

His touch is frustratingly soft, tracing down my thigh. His breath is warm, and when he murmurs my name, it sends shivers through me. Every caress, every gentle nip feels like electricity against my skin, like I’m unraveling under his hands and mouth, completely vulnerable to him—and I love it.

Theo places my legs over his shoulders, giving him full access to my core.

“Keep talking,” I beg, curling my hands in his hair and holding him in place.

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