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“Tonight,” Tyson pecks my lips once, twice, three times before pulling back. “We’ll be finishing this.”

“Yes, sir,” I answer with a slap to his firm ass.

The next day,I’m sitting by myself in the cafeteria of Mathers picking at my salad while trying to discreetly stare at my… what is Ty to me? Boyfriend seems so immature. All I know is that he’s mine, even if every woman in the building flirts relentlessly with him. Since my best friend moved away, I normally sit by myself. Not that I mind. Much. Ty however sits with a crowd of people about him while they all laugh and talk about who knows what.

“Can I join you?” Amy asks, already sliding her tray onto the table.

Internally I roll my eyes. I hate her superior attitude. It has never made any sense to me. Yes, Amy’s good at her job, but she’s never going to get promoted acting that way around her co-workers and especially her bosses. She’s already been transferred once because the other vice president couldn’t stand to work with her. Trust me, that’s saying a lot, because Smith is indifferent toward everyone.

“Go ahead,” I motion to the chair she’s lowering herself down in.

“So, I was thinking since I didn’t get lead on the Johnson account, which I deserve by the way, that you should make me lead on the Mitchell account.”

“Stacy is going to be lead, but if you’d like I can put you on her team. You had a few good ideas.” I fork a bite of chicken, bringing it to my mouth when her next words stop me.

“It wasn’t really a suggestion, but a demand,” she smirks.

My back shoots ramrod straight. “A demand? What makes you think you can demand anything of me?”

“Oh, how about the fact that I know for certain that you’re fucking one of your employees,” her smirk widens into an evil grin.

That little bitch.

I shrug. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her see that she’s getting to me, or letting her blackmail me into making her lead when she doesn’t deserve it. If it was up to me, I’d fire her sorry ass.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Did I really just say that?

“Are you really going with that? You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. You’re lucky I’m the one that caught you.”

I scoff and this time I do roll my eyes. She’s delusional.

“If you don’t make me the lead at the next meeting, I’m going to HR. Do you want to lose your job?” she smirks, thinking she’s triumphant.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to give her any ammunition or say something that I could regret later. Instead of saying anything, I stare her down. Amy tries to hold my gaze. To beat me in this absurd game. She even takes a sip of soup, but falters when I only sit there and continue staring.

Who does this bitch think she is?

Clearing her throat, she stands with her tray. “If you don’t make me lead at the next meeting, you’ll regret it.”

14

Tyson

My fingers diginto her ass as I drive into her tight heat. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead with each precise thrust to her g-spot.

“Ty,” she moans, clawing at my back. “Harder.”

A beast awakens in me every time she groans out ‘harder’, and I lose control, slamming into the only pussy for me.

I grip her harder, knowing I’ll likely leave marks on that perfect ass of hers. Pressing my forehead to the side of her neck, I pound her to release. I don’t stop until her walls stop fluttering and milking my cock of every last bit of my essence.

Sadie turns and kisses the side of my face, and I in turn bury my head in the crook of her neck. Her fingers comb through my damp hair, and I can’t help but moan. I love feeling her touch.

Anywhere.

Everywhere.

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