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I can’t let this go any fucking further.
"Hang up," I say abruptly, tucking my cock back into my pants. I can barely fit it back in.
"Why?" she says. "Is everything okay?"
No. Everything is absolutelynotfucking okay.
This game is over.
"My office. Now."
Chapter Twelve
Opal
I suck.
I've botched this.
I've screwed it up before it even started.
I'm toast.
I stand up, legs like jelly, my pussy still aching and wanting more, and make the sad trip from my office to his.
I knock softly three times and put my ear to the door.
His powerful voice carries. It's as if he's right here on this side of the door with me.
But he isn’t. He’s locked away. Just where he belongs.
"Come in."
I hover at the door, one foot in and one foot out. The air inside his office is thick with energy. I feel like I have to wade through it. Wade through his power.
It's safe and solid in here, as though the world has stopped spinning and there's nothing to care about outside of this room. It's like pure heaven. Paradise. A paradise that I am about to be ejected from.
He focuses his eyes on mine, and my already-soaked pussy clenches and jumps under his gaze.
"Please." He nods at me. "Don't make me ask you again."
I shuffle inside, and the door clicks shut behind me. I put my back against it, fingers twisting in front of me until I can gather the monument of courage that I need to get closer.
I walk toward him gingerly, trying to not make my heels click too loud, and slip into one of the big leather chairs facing his desk. I cross my legs. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. I'm going to get this chair all wet. The dress is too short to sit down in. That was all fine and good when it was just me in my office, but with him, it feels like crossing a line.
He looks at me. Regards me from a distance. Sizes me up. Tries to figure out what to do with me.
"Opal," he says with surprising tenderness in his voice, standing up and coming around the desk. "We need to talk."
The energy coming off of him is hot. So, so hot.
"Talk about what?" I squeak out.
"There are a few things about our arrangement that I'm no longer satisfied with."
My heart deflates. I thought I was doing an okay job, but he wants something different, evidently.
So Idosuck at this. Of course I do. Everyone back at the call center could talk a big game. They knew what to say. I don't know what to say. I never have.
