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“Yes, why?”

“Because I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve thanked me, completely unprovoked, just for doing my—”

Aric’s voice faded into obscurity, as Gage pushed his raging hard-on slowly into my pussy. My eyelids went suddenly heavy. My knees went weak. The familiar pleasure was so overwhelming, I found myself gripping the table for support.

“Aric…”

“Yes my captain?”

“I—I have to go.”

I pressed the red button to hang up twice, then double-checked it anyway. When I was satisfied my assistant wouldn’t be getting an impromptu speakerphone sex show, I turned to look over my shoulder.

“You’re bad, you know that?” I scolded Gage. “Really bad.”

“Oh yeah?” he replied, amused. He bored down harder, impaling me with long, deep strokes. “Well your hips are telling me a different story.”

“But Ijustshowered,” I lamented, albeit halfheartedly.

“I can tell. Your hair smells like strawberries.”

His hands went to my breasts, his fingers swirling gratifyingly beneath my shirt. I arched my back as he pulled me into him, fucking me in a near standing-up position that gave him full, unfettered control.

“Seriously?”

We both whirled to find Maverick standing in the opposite doorway. He had a dish towel in his hands. I could see red sauce splattered across it.

“I thought we were waiting until after dinner?”

I shrugged helplessly, while still screwing back against his friend. Gage just laughed.

“Youdoknow she just showered, right?” said Maverick.

“Yeah, well she’s gonna have to shower again, that’s all,” said Gage. “So why don’t you put dinner on hold and help out?”

Maverick faked a frown while pursing his lips. His lust-fueled eyes though, were still locked on my churning, writhing body. He was getting off on watching. More so each time we’d done this.

And we’d done it alot.

Eventually he walked over, gingerly taking my face in his hands. The kiss he bent to deliver was slow and hot. Thunderously beautiful. Staring deep into my eyes, just the touch of his fingertips against my cheek brought every one of my senses to stark, tingling life.

“Fine then,” he sighed, slinging the towel over one big shoulder. He nodded in the direction of the living area. “If we’re going to make a big mess of her right now, at least bring her over to the couch.”

Nineteen

JULIANA

The building, the elevator, the glass-walled offices were all exactly the same. It was like I’d never left. Like I’d gone down to the street for coffee, or a hot truffle cheddar pretzel from Sigmund’s Pretzel Cart, instead of a week-long vacation at a sexual amusement park with twoverygiving hosts.

In other ways though, it was like I’d been gone forever.

“Welcome back boss.”

One of my new graphic artists nodded cheerfully as he passed — Jonathan, I think his name was. With the recent explosion of hiring it was difficult to remember. I was greeted by a half dozen more employees on the way to my office, but before arriving there I located Aric through the glass-walled maze. I detoured to intercept him, feeling like a hamster making its way through a Habitrail. God, these walls were a blessing and a curse.

“Well take a look at you!”

Aric loosened his tie as he stared down through his glasses, sizing me up from head to toe. He must’ve liked what he saw, because his eyebrows stayed up and his smile widened.