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She smirked. “Gage Griffen did something nice for me. I knew it!” She pointed at me.

I reached across the table, gripping her hand, and suddenly her perfect lips parted, and it felt like all the air had left the room, replaced by a charged tension.

Her throat moved deliciously as she swallowed.

“I can do something else for you too,” I said, my voice low. “What would make you feel better?”

She nodded toward her coffee on the table, keeping her hand in mine. “This is a good start.”

“A start?” I asked.

Her full lips curled into a smirk. “I’m not sure I’m allowed to do all the other things that would make me feel better.”

“Says who?” I asked.

“My boss.” She quirked an eyebrow. “He's a real hard-ass sometimes.”

“I think, under extenuating circumstances, he might understand.”

“Well, in that case...” she said.

I let go of her hand and walked around the table until I was facing her. When I put my hands on her shoulders, sitting her in the chair, she inhaled a quick breath and held it as I pushed the rolling chair until its back stopped against the wall.

I lowered myself to my knees before her, ready to worship her like the queen she was. Her brown eyes were wide in surprise, making me grin up at her. When I was done with her, that asshole’s name would be the last thing on her mind.

“You wore a dress for this, didn’t you?” I asked before kissing her thigh.

She shifted her hips, her voice breathy as she said, “You like dresses?”

I took off my blazer, dropping it on the desk, and kissed higher up her leg. “Love them on you.”

I brushed her hem up higher, seeing a lacy thong underneath. Blood filled my cock, already straining against my pants. She’d dressed up for me.

“Lift your hips,” I commanded.

She pressed her feet into the ground, giving me enough room to slide her panties over her curvy hips and thighs, then down her calves. I balled them up and put them in my pocket. “Mine.”

“You know those are twenty-dollar underwear, right?” she asked.

“I can buy you a truckload of these if you promise you’ll wear them every day.”

Her cheeks flushed even more, and I continued kissing her, running my hands up her legs until my thumbs hooked in the crease between her hips and thighs. With her dress out of the way and her knees separated by my shoulders, I could see her beautiful pussy, but this time, there was no hair.

“You shaved,” I said, looking up at her.

Her cheeks were bright red as she said, “If I’d known what would happen Friday night, I would have shaved on Thursday.”

I sliced my tongue up her slit, making her shiver. “I like you exactly as you are, Farrah. Shaved, waxed, natural, I don’t give a shit, as long as it’s you.”

Her eyebrows rose, and I instantly read her emotions. “You don’t believe me,” I said, rocking back on my heels.

She bit her lip. “It’s just... I know you’re probably used to better than...” She let out a sigh and gestured at herself.

Anger flared in my chest, and I backed away from her, rising to my feet and pacing the floor. “Who the fuck made you think there’s better than you?”

With this incredulous look on her face, she said, “Maybe that guy who walked away from me in the club? Or my ex, who told me no one would ever want a fat single mom my age.”

“Fucking idiots,” I growled. I approached her again, putting my hands on the arms of her chair and my face up close to hers. “You are a fucking goddess, Farrah. You have curves and dimples and hair and stretchmarks like an adult woman does, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life than when I walked in on you in the bath, touching yourself and making yourself feel good. Because you deserve that, Farrah. You deserve to feel good. And you deserve to know that you are everything I stay up at night thinking about.”