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“I can find any bimbo to pretend to be my fake wife,” he said softly, his breath hot on the nape of my neck. He moved his lips in close to my ear. “Someone who wouldn’t care about your charity. In that case, you’ll get nothing.”

He reached down and started unbuttoning the pearl snaps of myivory silk shirt. I trembled, my heart thudding in my chest. Some part of my mind screamed we shouldn’t be doing this, but the beating of my own heart drowned it out.

“I don’t want that, Amanda. I wantyou. I’ve only wanted you ever since that unforgettable plane ride.”

He kissed the back of my neck, and I let out a deep moan, my eyes fluttering closed. He had my shirt unbuttoned all the way to my navel at that point.

I wanted to give in to him. I wanted to surrender so badly, but I knew that he was simply out of my league. I grasped his hands, stopping them from continuing to disrobe me.

“You don’t want me,” I said, my voice growing firmer. “You want an obedient little employee to follow you and bat her eyes at you for a year. I mean, you’re not asking me to be your wife or even your girlfriend. Not really. You’re asking me to be your employee. Should I call you sir like everyone else does?”

He growled low and deep and sexy in his throat.

“I like the sound of that. I like it when you call me ‘sir’.”

He went back to kissing my neck. I let go of his hands and he went back to undressing me.

Evan got to the last snap, then unexpectedly stood up. I ached to feel his heat close to me again, in spite of myself.

“Stand up,” he said firmly.

“Yes,sir,” I said like a snotty little brat.

He arched his eyebrows as I rose to my feet.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Right away,sir. Whatever you say,sir. Your wish is my command,sir—”

I had my shirt halfway off when he suddenly surged forward, taking my biceps in his grasp. His face was so close to my own, my lips ached to feel his touch.

“That’s right. Whatever I say.”

He grabbed me tight, hands clasping my ass in a firm grip. Evan pressed my body against his own. I could feel the hardening lump in his pants straining to reach me. My pussy throbbed, my brain buzzed, and I felt very lightheaded and dizzy.

Evan lifted me up and sat me down firmly on the tabletop of his soulless meeting room. The skyscrapers looked on like silent sentinels, not judging but not offering anything else, either. A stark contrast to how the plane ride had felt, I had to admit.

But even if the setting was cold, Evan’s touches were hot. Red hot. I felt like streaks of lightning followed his every caress.

“Are you going to eat my pussy again,sir?” I asked mockingly.

“Not this time,” he growled. “This time I’m going to show you who’s boss.”

“You’re the boss,sir. You’re the man, nobody’s got as big a dick as you—”

He kissed me hard, deep, silencing my smart mouth. His hand firmly groped my breasts as he pushed me back onto the table.

Evan lightly bit my lower lip, stretching it out slightly before pulling away from me enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze was like an inferno, filling me with heat, but also mischievous energy.

“I’m going to stuff you full of hard cock now, Amanda.”

I made an ‘O’ with my lips and sucked in a hiss of air.

“Oh, yes, sir,” I said, not having to fake the eagerness in my voice.

He unzipped his fly and withdrew his admittedly phenomenal cock. Evan roughly pushed my thighs apart and pushed the head of his cock between my wide open, swollen pussy lips. My eyes squeezed shut as he thrust fully into me for the first time since the plane.

Evan glided his cock inside of me. My pussy convulsed, exultingin his presence. His hands slapped onto the table on either side of my head as he thrust away.