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It turned passionate instantly. It had been a lot of that with us lately when we were alone. A lot of hugging, kissing, and touching my pussy through my clothes. He made me feel good, great actually. But I wasn’t ready for what I knew he wanted.

I pushed him away. “I’m working.”

He chuckled. “So… that nigga has you working too much. Does he do his job? It’s your off day.”

“He does his job, and I choose to be here on my off days.”

“You need a mimosa. You’re a little tense.” He popped the champagne.

“Yeah, I can use a lil liquor at 10 AM.”

We were vibing, he had music playing on his phone, and I could feel the champagne, so I slowed down.

“You’ve been rocking with me for months. I enjoy you and want to see how far our relationship would go, and I want to make things official with us.”

I smirked. “What are you getting at?”

“I’m asking… will you be my girl?”

“As in girlfriend?” I raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. “Yes.” Then he suddenly lifted me onto the counter.

“Boy, what are you doing?” I laughed, but he had me nervous.

“Tryna make you feel good.”

He started sliding my leggings down, and damn, I let him.

“I told you I’m not ready for that,” I reminded him.

“Oh, I know. But I’m not giving you that, I’m giving you this.”

He got my leggings and panties off and pushed my legs up. Before I knew it, his mouth was pleasing me. My head fell back, and a moan escaped my lips. I wasn’t dumb to pleasure. I’ve had men go down on me, but never this good.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I cooed, but I didn’t stop him.

“We’re doing it. Say you mine, Sade,” he uttered, but continued to please me.

I didn’t respond, pretended the pleasure was too good to speak about. I wasn’t truly ready to say yes.

Then suddenly, Vaughn crept into my thoughts.

The way he thought so highly of me.

The way he adjusted his control for me.

The way he took care of me when I wasn’t looking.

The way he made me laugh.

Our lunches alone for the last three months.

The way he looked at me.

And here I was disrespecting his space.

He wasn’t my man; he was my boss, and he became a good friend to me.