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“I got the job,” he whispers to himself. “Now, I can…” Tyson cuts himself off, looking down at me with a smile plastered on his face. “I got the fucking job.”

“You did. I’m so proud of you. You’ve worked your ass off day and night. We should celebrate. Go out to dinner or a night on the town this weekend or both.”

“And I’m paying,” he says with a scowl.

Since Tyson quit his escorting job, he’s been a little short on spending cash and absolutely hates it when I buy dinner almost every night. In a way, I find it sweet. Gerald let me pay foreverything, and I mean everything, once I started to make more money than he did. Luckily for me, he only got the house in the divorce. Not that I wanted to live in the place where he’d cheated on me. Who knows how many times he’d had sex with other people in my own bed.

“If you want to pay, then I’ll let you pay. I don’t do it for any other reason than I know that you barely make any money as an intern.”

Skimming his thumb along my cheekbone, I lean into his touch.

“When does this go into effect?”

Taking a step back before we get lost in each other, I answer him. “Tomorrow.”

“So soon?” his eyes light with excitement. “When will Brent and Amy find out I’ll be their leader?”

“At Friday’s meeting, so be prepared for them to hate you more.”

“They really are assholes. The only people they can work with without making everyone miserable are each other.”

“If they weren’t good at their jobs, they’d have been fired by now. Enough talk about them though. Where do you want to go to dinner tonight?”

Tilting his head to the side, he purses his kissable lips. “Can I let you know? I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Yeah, I’m just hungry and ready to get out of here. The lunch they had catered for our meeting was cold and unappetizing.”

“You should have had lunch with me in the cafeteria.”

“Anything would have been better, even the cafeteria food. I’m going to sit at my desk and dream of food until it’s time to leave.”

“I’m sure I could give you something to think about instead of food,” he growls with a roguish glint in his eyes.

My hands to his chest, I push him away giggling. “Down boy. You can wait until tonight.”

Tyson groans, placing his large hands on my hips and pulling me into him until he can grind his cock against me. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”

“Because you’re male and young,” I laugh, trying to push him away again and failing.

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Don’t deny me, Sadie.” His hands glide up from my waist and up my back until one wraps around the back of my neck and the other snakes through my hair.

“Just a kiss,” he begs, eyes on fire.

Before I have a chance to answer Tyson must see my will crumble, because in the next second he’s on me. Full lips move against mine, forcefully parting them. His tongue darts inside, domineering the moment.

I’m his.

I have been from the moment he slid inside of me back in that hotel room months ago.

He tastes every inch of my mouth, turning my head to get me where he needs me as I’m devoured.

It’s our hottest kiss yet. I don’t want it to stop. I want him to bend me over my desk and take me.

He grinds his thick cock against me, reading my mind.

“Ty,” I moan as my hands roam the broad expanse of his back.

“Ms. Frost,” Amanda interrupts through the intercom. “I’m sorry to disrupt your meeting, but you have an important call on line one.”

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