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“It is. I want you to trust me completely, and if I were someone other than your daughter, you would have done the same, so I will continue my work with him. Rest assured, Dad, that my process has always been to maintain the image of the company and the enterprise. Dylan may have identified areas where we can save money, but you and I both know, having used those services year after year, that you get what you pay for, and we’ve only worked with the best.”
He chuckled. “You sound like me, girl. Can you forgive me for being an ass?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“Does this mean I might be looking at definitely running the company in the next eight weeks?” I raised my brows in anticipation.
“Yes. I think you’re ready. Baby steps though, baby girl. Work with Dylan because he knows a lot, and present to me at the end of the consultation your ideas on how you’d like to take the company forward.”
Now this… this was very different to his previous requests. I liked that idea a lot because there was so much I wanted to do.
“I would love that, Dad. You have no idea how many ideas I have on what we could do. New ones and stuff I want to change with existing ideas.”
“Sounds good.” He nodded. “Well, make use of Dylan while you have him. I spot talent when I see it and snap it up when I can. That guy is a keeper.”
I pressed my lips together and gave him a tight-lipped smile, agreeing. Yes, Dylan was definitely a keeper.
Too bad he was the no-strings-attached guy because, boy, was I ever wrapped up in him.
Chapter 12
Dylan
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Ten days…
That was how long it had been for us like this. Ten days of this woman who rocked my world every day.
Ten days, and we spent every one together. Her place, then mine. Her place again, then mine. It was a delicious, wild, dirty cycle.
One that had been kept alight with Peter’s decision to ease off.
It was like as soon as that tension was gone, we were given free rein to fuck to death, but at work, it was hard keeping up appearances.
Like now. I had a meeting with both my father and Peter. Two very important people.
Two very important people I was going to be discussing a two-million-dollar contract with as Peter signed on our services to run a consultation on the marketing company and the real estate companies too. It was going to be a permanent contract that was renewable on a yearly basis. Two million to start with per year.
Needless to say, my father was more than thrilled with me, because I’d achieved something neither he nor Tommy had. I’d achieved this, he’d put his faith in me, and I had five minutes to get to the office.
Except, here was Taylor, in my lap, with her shirt open and her bra undone. Here she was, in my lap, kissing me like she wanted to devour me while I played with her tits and tried to will myself to leave.
I just couldn’t. I couldn’t, and the damn clock was ticking along like my life.
She shuffled over my cock, and the ache to be inside her enticed me to rip the rest of her clothes off and bend her over the desk.
Five minutes and counting. It wasn’t enough time. I could be quick, but not that fucking quick, like a teenaged boy who’d lost control just from looking at a girl.
“Taylor, I have to go. I’ll be lucky if I have four minutes now,” I spoke against her lips. “You have me pitching a fucking tent, and I have to go into the lion’s den like this.”
A wicked smile lit up her pretty face. “I know what we could do in three and a half minutes,” she cooed. Then the temptress slid off my lap and got on her knees before me.
I nearly lost my mind when she did that because I saw the mischief in her eyes, and right then, I was so glad my office door wasn’t just closed but locked. We’d learned the lesson well from that first time.
“What do you have in mind, Goddess?” Oh, I knew exactly what she had in mind from the way her fingers fluttered over my cock, but I wanted her to tell me.
