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“Is that because of me?”

“Yes,” I said, unable to find any word but the truth.

“Were you looking to get fucked tonight?” he asked, slipping his fingers up to the waistband.

We were speaking in whispers, but when the door swooshed open next to us, we both froze. A couple walked by less than a dozen feet from us—I saw them in the gap—but they didn’t stop.

Jamie didn’t even flinch. “You didn’t answer me, sweetheart. Did you want to get fucked tonight?”

“Yes.” It was the only word I knew right now.

“Would you have fucked someone else?” He tugged on the waistband, pulling my panties down so they emerged below the hem of my dress.

“Maybe,” I lied.

He growled. “Do you want me to be jealous? Because I was jealous the moment you walked into that room. I wanted to kill any man who looked at you—with my bare hands.”

My chest fluttered. I’d never have thought it if I weren’t in this situation, but his words turned me on so much I felt myself release new dampness, right where I needed him to touch me.

Jamie slid his hand up my inner thigh, high enough that I knew he felt my wetness, too. “Would you have fucked someone else, Sarah?”

His fingers brushed my most sensitive part, slipping easily inside me. He used two fingers, closing his eyes as I squeezed against him. I bit my cheek to keep from crying out, but when he curled his fingers against my G-spot, I squeaked.

“Answer me.” Jamie stroked again.

“No,” I whispered. “It was all for you, Jamie.”

“Good.”

My panties were still stretched above my knees, but he withdrew his hand and pulled them down. I lifted my feet in turn so he could slip them off. He stuck them in the outer pocket of his jacket. “These are mine now.”

Then he lifted my right leg over his shoulder and pushed my dress up to my belly.

“Hold this.”

I grasped my dress, bunching it against me so my wet pussy was fully exposed, waiting for my boss’s touch.

“This is mine, too.” Without any further warning, Jamie brought his mouth to my wetness, pulling my clit between his lips.

I let out a yelp, my whole body clenching.

Jamie shot one hand up to my mouth. With his fingers covering my lips, he slicked his tongue over my clit in long, slow strokes, sending deep waves of pleasure through me.

“Oh God, Jamie,” I whispered.

“I’m going to make you come,” he said between strokes. “And you’re going to look at me when you do. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, unable to speak with his hand on my mouth. Not that I could find words anyway, with the way my climax was already building.

The doors opened again, and this time a pair of men came in. Only they didn’t keep walking. They stopped just inside the door, next to the gap, talking animatedly.

I sucked in a breath, suddenly panicked but still reeling from the waves of heat Jamie was coaxing from me.

“It’s like she doesn’t even care,” one of them said.

“And you do?” the other replied.

“Jamie!” I exclaimed, my whisper muffled through his fingers. I tugged at his hair with my free hand to show him. He looked briefly, then went right back to licking my clit. My heart hammered against my ribs.

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