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“Jesus!” I exclaim, placing a hand over my pounding heart.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” The dark figure rises from the chair next to my desk. “You’re late.”

“Sorry.” I turn on the light in my office.

“I thought you might not come.”

“I’m here.” I follow him with my eyes as he approaches me. God, I’ve missed him, his presence, more than I’d like to admit.

“I see.” He grips my waist and pulls me against him. “I like you in my dress. I knew it would look amazing on you.”

“It must have been expensive,” I mumble.

“Not that expensive.” His lips brush my neck. “Thirty-four thousand.”

I place a hand on his chest and push him back. “Thirty thousand? I’m wearing thirty thousand dollars? It’s worth more than my car, Logan!”

“You want a new car, too?” His lips continue their journey along my throat.

“Fuck no. Hold your horses. I don’t want a car. I’m not here for your money.”

“I know. You’re here for my huge cock.” He grins. “The one you love to grope under the table.”

I let out a snort and clap a hand over my mouth. “Oh God. Forget you heard me make pig noises just now.”

His grin widens. “I’ve missed you.”

“You missed a woman embarrassing herself?”

“I missed a woman who acts how she wants, not how she thinks I want. A woman who sees me as a man, not a walking wallet.”

“Is that how you think women see you? As a walking wallet?”

“I don’t think, I know.”

“Then you’re wrong. They see you as The Dark Lord.” I rise on tiptoe and kiss the tip of his nose.

“‘The Dark Lord’?”

“Yes, The Dark Lord, with his huge cock.”

“Are you sure it’s huge? You haven’t checked in a while.” He kisses the spot below my ear and my pulse quickens.

“We need to talk,” I mumble as he continues to kiss down my neck, making his way toward my lips.

“Later. We have time for that later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

“In the office?”

“There’s no one here but us.” He presses me against him so I can feel his hardness. “And I can’t wait. I want to sink into you and feel you surrounding me, squeezing me as youcome on my cock.” He takes my hand and places it on his crotch. “Do you feel me? How hard I am for you? Fuck Sloane, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I expel a shaky breath. Yes. I want this. I won’t lie. I’ve been fantasizing about the mind-blowing sex with him every day since London. I didn’t keep our agreement, didn’t leave London in London.

He unzips the dress at the back and slips the straps off my arms. It pools at my feet in a heap of fabric.

“Shit, Logan, that’s thirty thousand on the floor.” I rush to gather the dress and place it on the chair.

He chuckles. “Thirty-four. But I prefer what’s inside the dress.”