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Kimberly moans as she takes me deeper. I grab her hair, pinning her to me as I begin to thrust deep. Her sounds of choking are better than her fake moans.
It’s Poppy sucking me off, not Kimberly. That thought makes me rock hard. Poor Kimberly thinks it’s because of her. She’s so stupid. You see, Poppy wasn’t stupid; she was smart enough to know not to fight me.
A text chimes in right as my climax is really building.
Dipshit Security: The cameras have been uninstalled and the fucking CIA is all over her apartment!
I still.
“What’s wrong?” Kimberly asks me.
I look down at her; her mascara is running from her watering eyes. Kimberly isn’t pretty when she cries. Poppy is.
The cameras are uninstalled. CIA.
I smile. Poppy knows.
Did she fucking go to the police? It doesn't matter; I'll just pay them off.
That means only one thing. I grab Kimberly by her neck and drag her to the table, where I bend her over as I begin to finish what she started. Her hands are splayed out as she begins to really put on the porno voice I hate.
This is my parting gift to Kimberly. My last au revoir.
I might be cruel, but I’m not a monster. I’m not going to kill Kimberly without giving her one last taste of my dick.
I place my phone on Kimberly’s back, looking back at the video of Poppy. I come then.
Shit, I forgot a condom. I see my seed spilling down her thighs as she pants and coos.
I shrug, tuck myself back in, and zip my pants again. That’s ok; Kimberly won’t have to worry about a baby. She’ll be dead in less than a month anyway.
Chapter 14
Poppy
I take the last sip of my pumpkin-spiced latte.
Shit, it’s finished already. Well, that’s a new record chug of my morning fuel. We’ve got a busy day, one that cannot include my drama.
"So, we have…" I begin tapping on the tablet to bring up Julian's schedule. "On Monday, you're meeting with the R&D team to review the latest missile defense system prototypes. Tuesday, there's a video conference with the Pentagon about our new drone surveillance tech. So, I'll make sure you have a pressed suit for that. You can change in the office right before the meeting starts.”
Julian looks down at his outfit. "What's wrong with my clothes?"
"They are wrinkled," I state.“And you should wear a suit jacket for that kind of meeting.”
He flashes me a goofy grin. "You're to blame for those wrinkles."
"Okay, so no sex on Wednesday morning. We need wrinkle-free attire."
"If that's the case, cancel the meeting."
I roll my eyes and bite my lip as I hide my grin.
"I don't like wearing a suit."
I know he hates them. "I think they are sexy," I say. Men are easy to trick; I just need to dangle some bait. If he thinks a suit is sexy, it might be easier for me to get him into one.
"I know what you're doing."
