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Because I will definitely be repeating that again.

Who knew office sex could be so hot?

I hadn’t planned on fucking Cullen when I went to surprise him with lunch, but the thought had crossed my mind. My pussy is thoroughly wrecked, and I’m glad I don’t wear heels to work, because my legs are still a little wobbly.

I’ve barely recovered from our weekend sex-fest. I am going to need a few days of rest before jumping back into action. Maybe. I have a feeling that my resolve isn’t going to last long. I am weak when it comes to Cullen.

The elevator dings and opens onto the floor of our offices. I triple check that my top is tucked into my pants and rub my freshly glossed lips together. My chin presses to my shoulder asI give myself another quick sniff, inhaling the lily and bergamot scent.

I stopped into a nearby makeup store after leaving the RARE offices and went to the perfume area to spritz myself with literally anything I could find. I was worried someone would be able to sniff out the sex on me. The last thing I need is to walk back into Delute smelling like I’d been freshly fucked within an inch of my life on a glass office table—which isn’t as uncomfortable as it sounds, surprisingly.

I am starting to understand more and more what Hannah meant by just banging anywhere. It is pretty fun.

I get back to my cubicle without issue even though I’m technically a few minutes over my allotted break time. It is unlikely that anyone will notice. Everyone takes their lunch at different times anyway.

I check the unread messages that cropped up while I was out, scanning to see if anything needs to be handled immediately. There is a request for some transparent files from a project I closed last week and then a reminder from Anne to send over the final files for Frankie’s PR box, among other things that could be dealt with later. I click on the alert that has been flashing on my bottom bar, opening it to see that our normal Monday meeting with Celine has been canceled.

Odd. We rarely cancel that meeting. In fact, I can’t think of the last time we didn’t have it. Even when Celine travels, she will dial in on video.

I shrug it off, instead going to work on the open requests so I can check them off before the end of the day.

I’m deep into messing with the layered files for Frankie’s PR box, cursing myself out because I put the font file on the same layer as the graffiti I’d drawn for the background, when a message chimes through on my laptop.

I move my tablet and digital pen to the side, grabbing my mouse to click on the notification.

CELINE:Can you come to my office?

What the hell?

Why is Celine calling me to her office, and via the Groupo chat at that?

My nerves go on high alert, my fight-or-flight response kicking in and tempting me to do a runner.

Then again, the last time she called me into her office, I’d been worried she knew I’d banged Cullen, and instead she let me know that a promotion is on the table. Considering the way everything is going with Frankie’s stuff…maybe this is the follow-up. She’d said that a project would be opening up within a few weeks, and it has been way over a month since then.

This could be the break I’ve been waiting for.

I shoot a message back to Celine that I’ll be there in a moment before saving my file and shoving my phone in my back pocket.

Butterflies swarm my stomach with anticipation as I walk over, my palms growing a little sweaty. I wipe them on the sides of my pants and then tuck any stray pieces of hair behind my ears.

I knock twice on the glass door to her office, waiting until she looks up and motions her hand for me to enter.

“Hi.” I give her my warmest smile.

Her office is like an igloo, and I have to stop myself from rubbing my arms as goosebumps prick along my skin. Celine sits perfectly poised in her expensive leather chair, the red blouse she wears a stark contrast to the black material behind her. She rolls her Versace pen in her manicured fingers, allowing silence to fill the space.

My nerves get the better of me, forcing my rambling response.

“The Frankie project is coming along nicely. PR boxes are almost done and will be headed to print tomorrow. His agent said if everything goes well with the launch, we could be looking at a pop-up down the line. They mentioned the way we ran the Kelton project and said they could see us as a great partner. Which is fabulous news; means that we could have a repeat client on our hands. And if the agency likes us enough, they could recommend us to others on their roster.” I swallow my tongue. “I know it’s Anne’s project, but I just thought I’d give you my updates because…you know.”

“Take a seat, Verity.”

“Right.”

I slip into the armchair that is angled to the left half of her desk. It’s still as uncomfortable as ever. I cross my legs and then fold my hands together on my knee, reminding myself not to bounce my leg. Celine hates it when people do that.

She opens a drawer in her desk, pulling out a manila folder, and then offers it to me.

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