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And it was the power I felt, catching this flirty man off-guard with a very thinly veiled innuendo, that made me bite my lip and pull the door shut. Leo stood there, having removed his hand so that his fingers didn’t get caught, as I tapped on my phone to resume the song. I was mouthing along with the chorus, the part that Leo’s voice harmonized beautifully with, as I waved my fingers goodbye to him and drove out of my parking spot.

I glanced in my rearview mirror, shimmying in my seat with giddiness when I saw Leo standing exactly where I left him, his head tilted towards me before he shook it once and started walking to his motorcycle.

I gave him a glimpse of who I was with him that night, so many months ago.

Before he started working here, and I had to introduce him to Work Jacqueline.

The person who allowed him to pull orgasm after orgasm, almost effortlessly. The person that was sore in the most delicious way the next morning, before he walked into the office.

I hoped that it wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

ChapterSix

LEO

“You didn’t expectto spend your whole night in your hotel room?” Jacqueline asked me, brushing her long hair over her shoulder to conceal her breasts from my view.

“No,” I admitted, before gently reaching forward to skim my fingers on her bare shoulder, “But I’m not upset about it at all.”

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I haven’t wankedthis much since I was fourteen years old and discovered the beauty of deleting the browser history off of my mums’ computer. The weekend went by as normal, now including a recreational rugby match with my new team and slowly befriending Taylor Desmond. Running errands. Going for rides along the beautiful coastline on my bike. And in between all those things, bashing one out to the thought of Jacqueline Williams. It was now Monday morning at 6:13 am, and I couldn’t start my day without releasing this pent-up energy that had been burning in my veins ever since Jacqueline left me in her dust last Friday.

I gripped myself in my bed, prone on my back as I recalled those memories that I constantly tried to push away during work. How soft she felt underneath me, how her voice rang beautifully when I did somethingjustright for her. How she guided me so that she could finally fall over that edge again and again. I had never been with a woman so responsive before. Though I tried to go out of my way to ensure my partners had a good time and reached their release at least once, if not multiple times, Jacqueline was different. It was as if we were two bodies designed for each other. Effortlessly reacting and responding just as both of us needed. I had never felt the need to keep going. To take a break, simply to regain the energy to do it all again.

It was a bloody miracle that I was able to roll out of bed on time the next morning.

Picturing the look in her eyes as I hovered over her, the feel of her soft body underneath mine. Completely compliant, ready for me. It’s what sent me over the edge that morning.

It wasn’t until I regained feeling in my legs and the stars cleared from my vision that I realized my cell was buzzing on my nightstand. I gathered some tissues from my bedside table and cleaned myself up before grabbing my mobile to check the notifications.

It was a group text.

Signe Lange: Hi friends. Jacqueline’s car won’t start this morning, but Zaid and I have the day off and are up in the Bay Area. Can someone carpool with her?

Brandon Moore: I’m already in the office.

Mary Jiang: I’m carpooling with Jamie. I’m pretty sure we live on the other side of town from her, but we could probably swing by.

Signe Lange: That might be good, she’s onboarding a new hire today and doesn’t want to be super late. She just wants to avoid paying for a ride-share.

I sat there, holding my phone, picturing Jacqueline hitting her steering wheel in annoyance and frustration. I guess she didn’t take her car in over the weekend like Brandon suggested.

Me: Where does Jacqueline live?

I watched the three dots of both Mary and Signe’s contact float for what felt like an extraordinary length of time before their responses came in simultaneously.

Signe Lange: Costa Mesa, a few blocks from me.

Mary Jiang: Costa Mesa.

The thing is, I was also a few blocks away from Signe. We had seen each other on the road a few times driving home from work but hadn’t discussed where the other lived.

Me: I can pick her up.

Mary Jiang: You’re closer but let me know if she tells you to fuck off, and Jamie and I will get her.

I smirked, giving the group chat a thumbs-up emoji before opening the company app. I found the employee directory and pulled up Jacqueline Williams’ information, tapping on her phone number and adding it to my contacts.

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