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Six weeks and she is gone.
“Do you have any questions?” I clear my throat.
“No.” Payton shakes her head and takes a small step back.
I follow.
Fuck.
I don’t know why I do it, but I don’t want space between us, and I like seeing the desire she has for me in her eyes. I want her lying under me, filled with me, begging me.
God, I cannot let the allure of this woman fuck this up for me. This is my company and my future. Her pussy can’t be that damn good.
Suddenly I’m pissed with myself for crossing the line. I need an excuse for cornering her.
One that doesn’t include my cock.
“Before you leave, I need you to know we’re not the client you fake until you make it with, Ms. Mills,” I say darkly. “You’ll be working closely with me to ensure this launch is the best Verity & Co. has ever achieved.”
She swallows and I watch her throat.
Damn her.
Then her chin lifts.
“StoryCraft is the best agency in the city and, as I told your team, I’m not working on this project alone. I have an amazing team behind me. I will not let you down, Mr. Montgomery,” Payton says.
I groan inwardly. The last thing I need is my kitten to become a tiger because then I will want to break her.
One orgasm at a time.
Wait... my sex kitten? I’m losing control here and I don’t like it.
“Good. Then we’re on the same page.”
I don’t think we are. My cock is thickening, and all the blood is leaving my bigger brain. How am I going to stop desiring for this woman for six long weeks?
Then she is gone.
I swear to fucking god, if I last that long and we get this launch done, Payton Mills is gone. I will end the damn StoryCraft contract if I must.
“Is that everything, sir?” Payton blinks.
No, it’s not all. I want you on your knees like I saw in my fantasy. I want you to suck my cock and beg me to fill your pussy.
Also, I need her to stop calling me sir, or this last thread of control I have will snap.
“Yes. For now.” I step to the side, and she brushes past me.
My eyes close as I inwardly curse. Looks like it’s me and my fist again tonight.
FEELING LIKE I need to confess my sins or make up for what I’d like to do with Payton Mills, I stop by my father’s office on the way out the door.
“Hey.”
“Knox,” Ward says, turning from his computer. “How’s the new account director from StoryCraft working out?”
“Good,” I say, taking a couple more steps inside. I rest my ass against the back of one of the two-seater sofas and cross my arms. “She has a great attitude.” And ass. “We worked through timelines with the team today.”
