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“I’m surprised you know my car.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t been murdered in your sleep.” She smiles. “But hey, keep dreaming; that’s what I believe.”
If she only knew murder is what I risk daily.
“Look.” She leans over, grabbing the edge of my desk. “I want to help Nick and Zar. Samuel is great, but he can’t get what I want.”
Ruby’s putting her luscious cleavage on proud display, and she knows it. My thickening cock is well aware, too, drawn to one of the many places on her hot body that I need to fuck.
“And justwhatdo you want, Ms. Jones?”
“Intel.”
“And how will you get it?” I lean back in my chair, risking exposure.
It creaks, and her eyes widen before they sharpen. “I haveskills.”
“And what if yourskillsaren’t good enough to get what you really want?”
I’m so furious; I’m finally flirting with her, letting my smile escape. I let her see how she thrills me. How she attracts me. How I’m fucking obsessed with her and…
“Oh, I’mnotgood, Mr. Cummings.” She fearlessly flirts back. “I can be so damn bad, I make men drool to give me what I want.”
Holy fuck, I can see it.
My hard cock aches for it.
I can see myself fucking Ruby so hard that when I come inside her tight, wet pussy, I lose control, even of my mouth. I’ll have her spreading her cheeks, holding them open for me as I drool over her little pink puckered hole while my cock is buried so deep inside her sweet cunt, because I’ll be fucking her ass next.
Good God, I want her. I’m tired of waiting for her.
Her eyes glisten, reading my filthy mind. She’s a lust bullet shot right through my heart, and …she knows it,smirking. “So, let me call Farley.” She seduces me and?—
Wait.
What name did she just say?
Farley?
I almost ask, but I have too much trial experience. Too much training.
My opponent just breached confidentiality. Her little secret.
“We’ll see.” I lean forward in my chair. “Good job on the binders. Finish the Walton case, and I’ll call Ms. Alonso about hers, and then we’re done for the day. Go home, and thank you for your hard work this weekend.”
“Uh.” She stands upright. “Okay.”
She didn’t expect that. I rarely praise her because it arouses me too much. All I can hear in my praise is me telling her what a good girl she is while she chokes on my cock.Soon.
“Tell Helen to please get our lunch. It’s my treat today.” I keep my voice calm. “Please have Samuel go with her and help her carry it.”
“Yes, Mr. Cummings.” Ruby looks rattled by my politeness.
But once she closes my door? Fuck, polite. I turn up the speakers on my desktop. Tchaikovsky’s1812 Overtureblasts as I start searching under my desk.
That fucking Wildfire bugged my office!
How else could she know the nameFarley?The one I told Nick? And there it is—a little blue light blinking on a black box smaller than my palm, stuck to the bottom of my desk.