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Ooookay, so thinking about it that way is kinda hot. Nope. No. Not doing this here. I’m swearing off horniness until we get back to her place.

I guzzle beer until I can’t anymore. Moment I put my bottle down, I look up to find Mrs. Jamie Coleman on a drink run for her wife.

All the color drains from my face. She looks me up and down and chuckles before placing her order with the bartender.

“You are so in over your head, aren’t you?”

I drink more beer. When will it hit my system? Hurry, alcohol! “You can tell, huh?”

“You’ve got that look.” Jamie leans against the bar while she waits for her drinks. Her wavy black hair tumbles down her arm and grazes the bar top. Me, on the other hand? I can’t get my stringy brown hair to do anything but tangle. I’ve been using the best shampoo on the market ever since I started dating Julianna, but fuck me, I can’t get my hair to cooperate! “Would it make you feel better if I said you get used to it? Assuming you’re into it, that is.”

Is she really saying this? The wife of a billionaire is talking to me about rich girl kink like we’re in the same sorority? “I, uh…” The color comes rushing back to my face. Fuck me, too. I’m so red I’m doing nothing but embarrassing myself. “I’m kinda going along with the flow.”

The drinks land in front of Jamie. With a sweet smile, she kindly thanks the bartender, both drinks securely in her grip. “Word of advice?” she says to me. “Learn when to get firm with them, too. These types don’t usually know it, but they need people like us to keep their egos in line. That’s especially true for you, dating someone born into money. At least my wife can remember humility if I sass her enough.”

My face must be dying from the thought of sassing Julianna even more than I usually do, for Jamie laughs before walking away.

“Trust me, hon! You’ve got more power in that relationship than you give yourself credit for. If you’re that worried, considerthe fact I married the woman I publicly humiliated at one of her boardroom meetings. It’s not because she has a secret humiliation kink, either.” She stops. “Or at least I don’t think she does. I’ll get back to you on that.”

When I finish my beer, I look around the lounge for my girlfriend. The place is thinning out. The Colemans say goodnight, Etta’s arm wrapped languidly around her wife as Jamie leads the way. Ms. Moreau spares me a cursory glance before saying something to Julianna. Next thing I know, she beckons me over.

What do I do? Sit in her lap? There are no other chairs, and neither of them is getting up.

“This woman doesn’t believe that you’re my girlfriend,” Julianna candidly says. Beside her, Ms. Moreau snorts in amused disbelief. “I’ve told her five times today. Don’t suppose you could convince her, could you?”

I glance at the woman in question. Danica Moreau shrugs, a signal that I’m under no obligation to play along. Doubtlessly this was a topic of conversation meant to stay between two grown people sharing a drink after a long day of mishaps and meetings, but my glorious girlfriend has dragged me into it.

Thanks, Julianna. Not sure what she wants me to do, but Jamie Coleman’s words echo in the back of my head.

I should show them both who’s boss around here.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s made me this brazen, and maybe I’ll pay for it later… but I have no qualms about slamming my lips against Julianna’s, grabbing her head, and shoving my tongue down her throat.

I knock her off balance, a genuine gasp of surprise exploding between us. When I head to the bathroom for the last time, I say, “Only her girlfriend could get away with that, Ms. Moreau.”

Back at Julianna’s place, I get spanked until we’re both going nuts from how hot it makes us. Mission accomplished.

Chapter 25

Julianna

“Neither of them have pulled their offers, so I suppose things worked out in the end.”

I push away from my computer and regard Presley with a sigh. “It could’ve gone better. On the other hand, having an open Wednesday was nice.”

“Yes, you got to come into the office late for the first time.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Oh, yeah, and if I wanna come in late because I was up all night getting drunk on pussy, it’s no big deal, right?”

“That’s different.”

“Uh-huh.” Presley kicks back from her seat and shakes her head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were falling in love. But I know better. Because you’re the last gal to ever get clocked by Cupid.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Me? In love? I certainly adore Alessa. I’m not going to deny that. She’s the giantbreath of fresh air I’ve been dying to have in my life, even if I didn’t know it before. Women?Womenmake me happy. Their mere existence puts a skip in my step. But until Alessa, most of the women I’ve dated since my teenage years haven’t been anything more than distractions. It’s uncouth of me to say, but when we’re done having sex, I don’t see the point of us hanging out. Until Alessa. Now, I enjoy having company at dinner for the sake of it. Now, a sleepover isn’t an inconvenience in the morning, it’s a reason to stay in bed. Like I did this morning when I realized I didn’t have my scheduled meeting. In a way, Alessa’s mishap was a boon to our relationship. We stayed up all night making love and washing away the stress in my shower. Woke up to find her scrolling through social media. After I asked her if she thought it was a good idea to face her phone camera while naked in bed with me, she tossed her phone aside and kissed me until I spent an extra two hours in bed with her.

I’m not going to say that I’m in love. That would be absurd. I’ve only known Alessa for a few weeks. Also, I hate to say it, but she’s much younger than me, and that becomes evident. I don’t think about it. I especially don’t think about how she was in preschool while I was a co-ed.