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It’s alluring and enticing. I want more.

Pushing my breasts closer to his face, he bites down on the other nipple as his nails dig into my ass and his cock continues to drive my orgasm closer.

“Fuck, yes.” I moan as his lips make their way up to my neck.

His teeth lightly nip at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. My walls squeeze him as the edges of my vision fade and I scream out his name.

“Alex!”

Waves of pleasure crash into me as my walls tighten around him, wanting him to feel the same pleasure as I’m feeling.

His thumb continues to circle my clit, eager to keep me riding my high as he tries desperately to reach the end of his tightrope.

A few thrusts later, he groans and stills as his cock twitches before spilling himself into the condom.

My pussy quakes with aftershocks of pleasure. I lean forward and rest my head on his chest as I try to remember how to breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

That only seems to fill my lungs with his masculine scent. It’s intoxicating and overwhelming. I press my lips to his, needing to taste him again.

His hand wraps itself in my hair as he takes a deep breath. His cock twitches inside of me in its semi-hard state.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s no way he’s ready to go again, but based on the smirk that he’s giving me, it’s going to be a long and pleasurable night.

And I’ll be screaming his name more than once.

Chapter Two

ELISE

six months later

There’s never beena meeting at work where I was grateful it ran longer than it was scheduled for.

Never.

Most meetings are pointless and a waste of employee time.

Mr. Strickland could have sent all the information he’s telling us now in an email. It would have been quicker and straight to the point.

For me, at least.

Unlike my co-workers, I don’t need to be told what to do. I follow the SOPs step by step that were written by Mr. Strickland himself.

It explains in detail what to do and how to do it. There’s no room for error or misunderstanding.

I found the procedures in a folder on the computer my very first day here and have had noissues with not knowing how something is done or what to do in any circumstance.

Mr. Strickland pushes a button on the tiny remote that’s laying on the long mahogany table in front of him to change the slide.

There are no words on this slide, only a graph showing the potential revenue from this potential business.

I look down and check the time on my watch. Six thirty.

I’m late.

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