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Good.

I want every controlled, polished part of him wrecked by me.

I feel myself getting wet again and reach one hand down to touch myself as my mouth continues to work him. My breasts are still exposed, and he releases my hair with one hand to touch me there, rubbing and squeezing my nipple while my head moves over him.

It’s filthy.

It’s overwhelming.

It’s also probably the best morning of my life.

“Carly,” he says, his breathing uneven now. “Fuck. I’m close.”

I know he’s warning me. Giving me the chance to stop, to pull away, to avoid dealing with the outcome. But I don’t want to stop.

Instead, I tighten my hand around him and keep going, pushing him closer while I work myself toward the edge again.

His fingers tighten in my hair.

His hips jerk.

He comes with a deep, broken groan, and I take what he gives me, my own release rolling through me almost immediately after. For a few seconds, I can’t think. Can’t move. Can’t doanything except breathe through the heat still pulsing under my skin.

When I finally let him go, the room is silent except for our breathing.

I look up.

His cheeks are flushed, his chest rising and falling, his eyes fixed on me like he’s not entirely sure what just happened to him. He looks wrecked. Absolutely wrecked, in the best possible way.

A smile tugs at my lips.

“Was it life-altering?”

He lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“Yeah, Carly.” The words scarpe out. “It fucking was.”

SIXTEEN

How do you act normal during a meeting when the only thing you can think about is the fact that you had your boss’s dick in your mouth a little over an hour ago?

Asking for a friend.

The friend is me.

I can’t even look at him. Every time I do, my brain immediately conjures the image of his face afterward. The absolute awe in his eyes. The way he stared at me like I had just done something impossible and slightly illegal.

And when he speaks, I hear those sounds he made when I squeezed him just right. Those deep, almost grunting moans I tore from his throat while he invaded mine. And ugh, let’s not even talk about when he starts gesturing with his hands. I know exactly what those fingers are capable of.

Which is why I’m positively drenched during our first meeting of the day.

Every so often, he catches my gaze, and I know he’s thinking about it, too. I can see it in his eyes, a brief flicker of something that definitely does not belong in a meeting about projected revenue and permit delays.

How do we come back from this? How can I work under him when all I want is togetunder him?

That was cheesy. I apologize.

But still, it’s an HR nightmare. Even I can see that.