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I open my mouth, a cutting retort on the tip of my tongue, but I stop myself. Antagonizing her won’t help me get what I want.

“I think we should meet again. I have a business proposition for you.”

“I already told you I’m not sleeping with you. Sex isn’t a business deal.”

Oh, that sharp tongue. I hate how much it turns me on. “And I told you I’m not interested in fucking you.”

“You’re not?” She sounds skeptical. Amused, even. I can practically see her arched brow, that infuriating little smirk.

“No. You’re not my type,” I lie. She’s stunning. But she’s also the enemy. I can’t allow myself to even entertain those kinds of thoughts about her. No matter how my cock twitches at the mere sound of her voice.

“Really?” She draws out the word, her tone dripping with disbelief.

“Really. I prefer my women...looser.”

She lets out a throaty little moan that shoots straight to my groin, my abs clenching.

“Oh, Lucas, you’re so big. So thick. Do you want to taste my sweet little pussy? It’s freshly shaved, just for you. And my clit is so swollen, I need you to make me come. Please, Lucas... Please…”

I shift on the bed, my erection growing, straining against the soft cotton of my underwear. I palm myself through the fabric, muffling a groan. “What are you doing, Ava?”

“I want to take you in my mouth. Lick you from base to tip and taste your precum. Wrap my lips around the head and suck you until you burst. Do you like getting your dicksucked, Lucas?” Her voice is a low, throaty purr, her breath hitching.

My hand slips into my briefs, gripping my throbbing shaft. I stroke myself, imagining it’s her slim fingers wrapped around me instead. I slick the pad of my thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the bead of moisture gathered there.

“Do you want to come in my mouth? On my tits? Paint me with your hot cum?” She gasps and whimpers, and I imagine her lying in her own bed, the glow of her phone illuminating her face as she touches herself. Plunging her fingers into her wet heat, circling her clit. Fucking herself to the sound of my voice.

“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back against the pillows. I’m dying here.

“I’m so wet, Lucas. My thighs are slick just thinking about you fucking me. Are you hard for me? Are you stroking that big cock, imagining shoving it inside me?” Her breath catches on a moan, the filthy words somehow even more titillating whispered in the dark like this, murmured across the phone line.

“God, yes,” I pant, my hand moving faster now, gliding over my shaft. I thrust up into my fist, my hips pumping. So close already, embarrassingly quick. But I’m too turned on to care.

Her breathless little whimpers crackle through the speaker, and it’s the sweetest fucking music. I want her spread out on my bed, writhing on my cock. I want to bury my face between her thighs and lick her until she screams. I want to fuck her in the huge glass shower, against the cool tile, hot water coursing over our twined bodies. Bend her over my mahogany desk,hike her prim little skirt up over her hips and sink into her tight wet heat. Hear her moan my name for real as I pound her.

Lost in the haze of my building orgasm and filthy fantasies, it takes me a moment to realize she’s speaking again.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to bend me over and take me hard and deep?” Her voice is sluggish, almost dreamy.

“Yes,” I growl, my grip tightening, thrusting up into the tight clasp of my fist. The massive bed rocks against the hardwood floor with the force of my movements. “Fuck, yes.”

“I thought I wasn’t your type? That you weren’t interested?” she taunts with a throaty laugh in her voice, the sultry, seductive tone shifting into something harder. Colder.

Unease prickles at the base of my skull, a bucket of ice water over my passion. I still the motion of my hips with effort, my body strung bowstring taut. “I?—”

“Are you going to give me the contract I asked for?” she demands, cutting me off, her words crisp and businesslike. There’s no hint of the breathy sexpot from just moments ago.

Anger flashes through me, hot and bright. I rip my hand out of my underwear like I’ve been scalded. “No,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.

“Then I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”

The call goes dead.

Damn her.

I stare at the phone in disbelief, my erection throbbing almost painfully.

She hung up on me. She worked me into a fucking frenzy,got me hot enough to hammer nails...and then just left me with the worst case of blue balls in recorded history.