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My hand moves from her full tits to her ass, as I continue working her. Her eyelids flutter closed, and I can feel her orgasm building as her face twists into an almost grimace.

The telltale sign that she’s almost there.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come,” I whisper before my lips collide with hers in a heated kiss. I don’t worry about smearing her lipstick as I swirl my tongue in her mouth, biting her bottom lip as her body begins to coil.

I keep my pace steady, grinding my cock against her clit with a little more friction. Her body tightens up, her head falling back as she grits her teeth, and I feel her pussy clench around my fingers in pulsating waves.

“Oh, God. Fuck. Oh God…” she pants.

I clamp my hand over her mouth, careful not to cover her nose as she drags in deep, shaky breaths. I keep curling my fingers inside her, working her closer and closer to the edge.

The second she starts to tremble around me, I pull away, breaking the contact completely. She claws at me once, desperate to drag my hand back where she wants it.

“No. No. No. I was⁠—”

My heart hammers in my chest, and I clench my jaw, forcing myself to hold my ground as I’m torn between wanting to see her come and teach her a lesson.

She looks so fucking beautiful, all disheveled. Her long dark hair is tousled like she just climbed out of bed, and red lipstick is smeared across her face.

Eyes wild and cheeks flushed, she shakes her head and tries to pull me back. “Wait. I was just about to…”

I shake my head as I pull her skirt back down and lift her off the desk, placing her wobbly legs on the floor. “I’d say we’re just about even now.”

She stares at me in shock. “You can’t be serious,” she gestures to herself, stomping her foot like a petulant child.

I turn away from her as I strip out of my ruined shirt and shrug on the backup I keep in my office.

“Oh, I’m quite serious, actually.” Buttoning my shirt sleeve, I glance back over my shoulder, pleased to see how frazzled she still looks.

I bite the inside of my cheek, weighing whether I actually want to go through with this. Once we go down this road, there’s no turning back. I’d be putting my family’s reputation at risk—putting Kira’s reputation at risk—and if anyone finds out, the fallout could be catastrophic.

But when she’s looking at me like that, half-naked and panting for more, how the fuck am I supposed to resist?

I reach into my drawer and pull out the contract I spent half the night drafting and toss it on the desk beside her. It's your standard privacy agreement but with a few necessary additions. “This is what I’m offering.”

Her eyebrows draw together as she looks down at the paper and then back up at me. “What is this?”

“It’s a relationship agreement.”

She holds up the paper and reads, “I, Kira Blakely, promise not to fall in love with Roman Kingsley.” She rolls her eyes, her tone all snark. “I think I’ll manage.”

I lean against the desk and fold my arms. “Hey, just trying to cover all my bases.”

Her eyes move down the page, fingers already turning to the next. “What is this? A doctor’s office? Do you need my credit card information too…”

My lips twitch with a smile. The fucking sass on this woman.

“No. If I remember correctly,” I say. “I was the one who paid last time.”

She goes completely still, angry blue eyes locked on mine.

“What?” I quirk a brow. “You really didn’t think I’d recognize you?” I let out a quiet laugh and shake my head. “Come on, I wasn’t that drunk. I’ll admit it took me longer than it should’ve, but in my defense, I wasn’t exactly expecting that the sex worker I hired would turn out to be a celebrity in disguise.”

Jaw tight, she tips her chin up, her skin flushing the prettiest shade of pink.

Pushing off the desk, I saunter toward her. “What I couldn’t figure out was why you didn’t correct me?” I brush a knuckle along her jaw, tipping her chin up until she has no choice but to meet my eyes. A soft gasp escapes her lips, her pupils darkening.

“But now that I’ve gotten to know you…” My mouth curls into a slow smile. “I think you wanted me to think you were a hooker.” I lean in, lowering my voice. “I think you may have even gotten off on it.”