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With short, quick thrusts, I pumped into her with just the tip of my dick until she came, moaning into my bicep. The squeezes felt good, but not good enough to join her.

“On your knees, please.”

I sat up while she scrambled to the arm of the couch, bracing her hands against it. Her breasts hung out in the open air, her ass bare to me with her skirt rucked up high.

I rolled on a condom then pressed inside. This time my whole cock got to feel the velvet soft heat.

“Remember,” Sam teased, “you have to be quiet.”

“Oh, I remember.” It didn’t take much. A few strokes and I was already close. The way she squeezed me with her orgasm had been plenty of foreplay. Plus all the added elements of daytime office sex.

Someone walked past in the hallway. Their feet shuffled and a phone rang. I grabbed onto Sam’s hips and found the friction I needed, coming quickly. It was fast, but relaxing. I tossed the condom and pulled my pants back up while Sam quickly buttoned up her blouse and wiggled her skirt back down.

Just in time too, because that’s when someone knocked on her door. Our eyes met for a moment before she moved behind her desk. I picked up the laptop and pretended I was working.

“Come in!”

Kennedy O’Brian, Sam’s assistant, opened the door and stuck just her head in. “Hey, I’m picking up some late lunch salads. Do you want anything? Oh hey Jace! How about you? You need anything while I’m out?”

“I’m good, Kennedy. Thanks.”

“I had a huge lunch, but thanks for checking,” Sam said with a wave.

“See you later!” Kennedy shut the door. No signs she suspected anything.

Sam let out a full breath. “That was close! Whew, but it was fun! Now I can really get some work done.”

Our eyes met. The whole act of illicit sex and almost getting caught made the high I already had pulsing through me even better. “I think I like this whole working together thing. It has its perks.”

15

When you can’t go out in public like a normal person anymore, you have to get creative. We had reading dates on the balcony, movie dates in bed, and now, my new favorite: a dance party in the living room.

Sam went all out, moving the furniture to create a dancefloor, extra speakers for a surround sound experience, and a lighting system.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Teddy said as he attacked the snack bar. It had a huge selection. Everything from Storm’s favorite potato chips to Sam’s favorite sushi, and everything in between. There was even a chocolate fountain Teddy might marry. “Who knew chips and chocolate were such a perfect pairing?”

I was both fascinated and completely disgusted by the way he darted chip after chip into the chocolate. Georgia sat in the corner sipping on champagne, eyebrow up, staring at Teddy. It seems we were all confused on that front.

Beside Georgia sat her boyfriend, Charles Ming, eating potato chips without chocolate. I already liked the guy, but the bemused look on his face made me like him even more. Sam also invited Jasmine Painter, the executive that had been helping Sam with her transition to the company, and Adriana Morales, the manager over the Stroman Pharmaceuticals lab. She and Sam hit it off real well and had been spending more and more time together. Not just on work stuff, but lunches and even a movie night when I was working and Sam didn’t want to be alone.

Even though Dombrowski fully vetted Adriana, I had a look at her too. She was clean as a whistle and it was pretty obvious from the paperwork why she and Sam got along so well. Both kindhearted intellectuals with an insatiable need for more learning. Adriana had three degrees, and even though she had an intense job, was slowly working on a fourth.

All things considered, it was an impressive party. Storm took over the karaoke corner to sing “Hotel California”. My brother had an impressive voice that he never got to show off anymore. Todd hated singing. Every so often, when “Savage” was out of town, we rolled out the secret karaoke equipment and had ourselves a good old time in the back room. But that happened maybe once a year, if that.

Sam dropped her head on my shoulder. “Are you having fun?”

Was she serious? “This is a blast!”

“Really? You’re thinking pretty hard again.”

That’s because seeing my brothers relaxed and happy reminded me how twisted Todd made our MC life. It didn’t have to be like this. We could ride and be brothers and not hate our lives. Fuck, we even made our rival MCs miserable. “Trust me, gorgeous. I’m having an excellent time.” I gave her a squeeze and vowed to be more fun for the rest of the evening.

“I had no idea Storm had such a beautiful voice.”

“In another life he probably would have gone pro.” We all clapped as he finished out the song and switched gears entirely to Aerosmith’s “Dude (Looks Like a Lady)”. That got everyone clapping and singing along. Jasmine and Home Run took to the dance floor to perform some very Mrs. Doubtfire-esque dance moves.

After that, Storm turned the music over to the computer and we all danced to the regular shuffle of group dances. I couldn’t remember being this relaxed or having this much fun. Not even at the Mantas game. Sam had to teach me some of the newer dances since Devil’s Wrath didn’t exactly hold a lot of dance parties.

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