“Yes…” This was perfect. The stretch, the way he moved in me… the perfect places he hit inside. I clenched around him as if to draw him deeper.
My hips rose in time with his thrusts, fucking him every bit as hard as he was me. The mattress squeaked in time with our frantic, rapid motions. Beck’s eyes were wild as his lips descended over me.
“I’m close… so close… Beck, please…” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, but he reached between us and gave it to me anyway, stroking my pussy as his dick pounded inside of me.
I cried out as ecstasy rolled through my body, sweeping me along with it. Beck came moments later.
We slowed to a stop, still connected.
Not all the wildness had left his eyes. He cupped my face between his hands. “I love you, Tess.”
“I love you too,” I said, and we sealed it with a kiss.
“You’re late,”Maeve hissed at me. We were in the nondescript lobby of a small historic building.
I tugged at my skirt.
My friend smirked. “I guess you’re partaking in all of the amenities 101 Park Place tower has to offer.”
“Maybe we should just call it quits,” I said. “We could go work at a diner and wear super cute outfits.”
“Diners don’t pay as much as this job.”
“What if we’re about to be kidnapped?” I asked.
“Oh shit, I didn’t think of that,” Maeve whispered. “Maybe we should just call it.”
A door opened.
We gasped as Belle walked out with Dana Holbrook.
She smiled at me. “Are you two ready for your interview?”
“This is your company?”
“We’re trying to be discreet,” Dana told me as she and Belle ushered us back to their office. It wasn’t as nice as Quantum Cyber’s, but it was cozy and smelled like cinnamon buns.
“Artemis Investment is an all-women firm,” Belle said, “and as you can see from past actions of various nameless Svenssons, people are trying to take us down.”
“As if that’s going to happen. Still,” Dana said. “It’s better to put up a few barriers to keep out spies from other investment firms.”
“Oh, we can totally be the bitchy front desk girls,” Maeve assured her.
“We actually wanted you for more than your sparkling personalities,” Belle said. “We need more of a jacks-of-all-trade type. We’ll need you to help with marketing and branding, along with scheduling, sending emails, and other more typical assistant roles.”
“I saw what you put together for my cousin Mark’s company,” Dana told me. “Very impressive.”
“We need that kind of ingenuity here,” Belle said. “And we think you’d be the perfect fit.” Her phone rang. She looked at it and scowled.
“Is it that guy again? Chad?”
The name was familiar.
“Does he still have a mistress?” I asked.
“Oh, is that who it is?” Dana raised an eyebrow. “He claimed she was his cousin.”
“He’s been trying to convince us to invest in her ill-conceived company that is trying to sell custom body pillows for dogs,” Belle explained.
