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“Happy?” I ask, feeling my cock stiffening in my pants. “Do you need anything else?”

“A towel for when I’m done, if it’s not too much to ask.”

I grab one from the warmer and drape it across the tub’s edge. Then I step back, because she’s drunk as hell—and as tempting as she is, I want her completely sober whenever she gives in to me.

“Where are you going?”

“To take a very cold shower,” I say.

“Shouldn’t you stay and talk to me—make sure I don’t slip under the suds?”

“No,” I say. “The next time your pussy is in my face like this, I’ll be devouring it, and you’ll be taking every inch of my cock once I’m done.”

A blush creeps over her face.

“If you need anything else, call my staff.” I gesture to the phone on the wall. “They’re the only people in this condo who don’t want to fuck you like I do…”

THE INTERN

IVY

Iset Dominic’s lunch on his desk with today’s notes, feeling his heated gaze follow me as I slip out of his office.

As much as I’ve resisted letting him get closer or control another avenue of my life—today confirms it. I’ve never experienced the longing I feel around him with Nolan.

It’s been over, but it needs to be final.

I don’t deserve to hang on to something that’s not working for another day.

I grab my purse and head down to the café for my break. I find a booth in the corner and call Nolan, slowly rattling off the ways I think we’ll be better apart.

“I hope we can still be friends,” I say. “Not immediately, of course, but down the line, huh?”

“You’re really breaking up with me?” he asks. “You’re ending our break?”

“Technically, you broke up with me,” I say. “I’m just letting you know that I’m not holding on, and I don’t need any more extensions. I want to move on.”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No. That’s not how this goes. I’ll let you know when I’m done with you, and we’ll revisit this relationship three months from now instead of six, since that’s what I think you’re really after.”

“No, Nolan.”

“I’m Ivy League–educated, on track to make millions, and you think you can do better than me?”

“I think I’m going to hang up the phone now.”

“Before you do that, you might want to consider all the ways I could ruin your life within a matter of hours.” His voice is terse. “You don’t have many close friends these days, and I’m pretty sure you’re still telling your job—and others—a few little lies…”

“Why does it sound like you’re threatening me?”

“It shouldn’t sound like that at all, Ivy.” There’s a smile in his voice. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m not threatening to ruin you at all.” His laugh has never sounded uglier. “I’m making you a promise.”

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