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“My cum,” he says, stepping forward to place a hand between my thighs. He hooks a finger inside me and groans. I have to steady myself against the desk. “Feeling my cum inside you…fuck…we have to go now before I bend you over this desk.”

When my underwear is back in place, Barrett takes my hand and leads me out to the room.

We join the party just as the dessert trays are coming out, but Barrett steers us toward the exit. I look longingly at the mini macarons and bite-sized cheesecakes I picked out.

“We can stay if you want,” Barrett says. “Or we can go home, and you can eat cookie dough ice cream while I lickyou.”

Okay. Easiest decision ever.

We do have to say goodbye to JoAnna and Emma, who I feel bad that we’re leaving because she’s alone. Alec had something come up with work last minute and he couldn’t make it.

“Let’s do lunch next week,” she says.

“I’d love that,” I say as Barrett leads me away.

At home, we’re barely in the door before Barrett pulls me close and kisses me breathless. He’s reaching for the zipper of my dress, when Baxter appears. He nudges at our legs and whines. He needs to go out.

I pull back and drop to my knees to pet him.

“How’s my boy? I missed you.” He licks my face, his tongue inches from where Barrett’s used to be. “Do you need to go out?”

“I’ll take him,” Barrett volunteers. He pulls me to him again, his hand sliding under my dress to squeeze my ass. “I’ll meet you upstairs. Bonus orgasms if you’re naked when I get there.”

A few minutes later, I’m in my closet taking off my dress when I hear Barrett enter my room.

“That was fast. I’m not even undressed.”

He smirks. “Baxter and I have an understanding. I’m taking him for a long walk in the morning in exchange for his promptness tonight.”

He stalks toward me, lowering his suit jacket down his arms as he moves. I’m still in my bra and underwear. I wonder if the bonus orgasms are off the table.

Without preamble he reaches behind me to unhook my bra, while my fingers dive for the buttons on his shirt. Shirtless, he lowers down, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. His warmth sucks me in and my knees go weak. My hands grip the warm, muscular flesh of his shoulders to steady myself.

Those long fingers of his curl under the waistband of my thong before he tugs it down my legs. In one swift motion, Barrett pulls me to him and stands.

Our mouths tease together as he walks us across the hall and into his room. He lowers me to the bed.

“I want to go slow, but already knowing what it feels like to be buried inside you makes me eager to feel it again,” he says, moving up the length of me, planting kisses on my belly, my breasts, my jaw, until he reaches my lips again.

“Don’t go slow,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his hips until I can feel him there at my entrance.

And he doesn’t, at least not that time.

CHAPTER25

Barrett

I slide onto the leather seat then loosen my tie. Marcus closes the door behind me.

Tonight, sitting across from Fred Hinkle and his lawyer, Carl at my side, talking concessions and allowances, weeks from finalizing the deal I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the past three months, my mind was elsewhere. Chloe.

How good things have been the last few weeks. How quickly everything has shifted between us. How I couldn’t wait to get out of that meeting and see her.

That’s how it has been every day this week. I’ve been working late nights, crawling into bed to find Chloe’s sleep warm body. Fucking her gently until her soft cries fill my bedroom, then we curl into each other for another few hours of sleep.

She deserves more than that. I want to give her more. I want to take her on a real date. Something that doesn’t involve a hair and makeup team and a ballroom full of people vying for my attention.

Just the two of us.