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I whirled around to face him, breathing hard and peering around him as the people came through the doors. Anyone looking straight at the tree from the lobby wouldn’t be able to see us. But anyone looking into the gap next to it would. It was shadowy, but not completely concealed.

The group passed without looking.

“Sarah, this is crazy.”

“I know,” I breathed. “But I need you.”

Jamie gritted his teeth. But he didn’t turn back. He just looked me up and down, his eyes raking over every inch of me. Behind me, the space opened up into the corner. He pointed with his chin. “Back up against the wall, Sarah.”

A thrill shivered through me as I did what he said. I’d been right about Jamie. He had no problem telling me what to do.

I bit my lip. “What are you going to do to me?”

Jamie shook his head, coming toward me. “It’s what you’re going to do for me right now, sweetheart.”

Heat pooled low in my stomach, spreading between my legs.

“You’re going to show me those gorgeous tits.”

“Yes,” I whispered, reaching for my shoulders. The dress’s fabric was stretchy; I could pull it down in one quick move. But I paused, wanting to tease him. Wanting to see what he’d do.

Everything about Jamie Reilly made me want to be a bad, bad girl.

“Sarah,” Jamie warned, his eyes on my chest.

“What?” I asked. “You want to see these?”

Jamie’s pupils flared. “Sarah,” he growled. “What did I say—”

But I cut him off, by pulling the top of the dress all the way down, along with my bra. I lifted my chest, presenting my bare breasts to my grumpy boss.

Even in the shadows of the space, I could see the way the bulge between his legs pulsed.

“Mine,” Jamie said. Then he dropped to one knee. He took both breasts in his giant, rough hands, constricting them into points. “These beautiful tits are mine now.”

When the wet heat of his mouth met my sensitive buds, I gasped. “Oh God!” I squeaked, pleasure spiking through me.

“Shh,” he warned. Then Jamie sucked hard, teasing one nipple into a tightened nub before pouncing on the other one. He pulled and tugged at my nipples in turn, using his fingers to give equal treatment to wherever his mouth wasn’t.

I whimpered when withdrew, looking up at me as he thumbed my nipples. “Did you wear this dress for me, Sarah? Did you put these tits on display so I could see them? Because I saw other men looking at them, and I wanted to fucking—” He cut himself off, growling and going after me with his tongue again.

“Yes, Jamie. I wore it for you.”

He let out a murmur of approval as he flicked my nipples with his tongue, making me shiver.

It was true; I knew it was. Any thought of going home with anyone else was a joke. Jamie was all I wanted. I pressed my hands flat against the wall behind me as he sucked at me, feeling faint at the rippling pleasure of his touch. “These are all yours.”

That little voice threatened to come back, but I gripped my boss’s hair, threading the silvery strands through my fingers. “More,” I moaned.

Jamie’s hands slid down my hips, down my thighs, and once he arrived at the short hem of my dress, he slid them up again, this time on my skin, under the skirt. His hands had been on the outside of my thighs, but as he reached my apex, he slid them inward.

My legs trembled. I didn’t know if I’d be able to stay standing when he—

I gasped as Jamie’s thumbs brushed over the lace of my panties.

When he pressed them lower, he sucked his teeth. “You’re wet, Sarah.”

I nodded.

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