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Logan shrugs. “Life’s too short to stay in a job that doesn’t feel right, and I’ve always admired what you guys do. The way you handled that political event? Impressive stuff. Made me think about what I really want to do with my life.”

I nod slowly, considering his words. There’s sincerity in his eyes that’s hard to fake. Maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all. “We might have an opening coming up. Why don’t you drop by our office Friday morning? We can talk more then.”

Logan’s face lights up with a hopeful smile. “I’d like that. Thanks, man.”

Zane grumbles something under his breath but nods in agreement. “Just don’t expect any special treatment.”

Logan chuckles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As Logan heads into his apartment, I turn to Zane. “What do you think?”

Zane sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t trust him, but maybe we can give him a chance and see what he’s made of.”

“Yeah. Let’s see what he’s made of.” I nod, watching the door close behind Logan. “It would be nice having an employee directly across from Aria.”

Zane tilts his head to the side, glancing from one window to the next in the apartment building. “I don’t know,” he rumbles, but I can’t tell if he is annoyed about the guy or having feelings for Aria.

My phone buzzes. Absentmindedly, I pull it out and answer, my eyes glued to Logan as he enters his apartment.

As I press the phone to my ear, all I hear is a deep, guttural groan and soft, lilting moans.

Zane’s eyes snap to me, mine to his.

Pulling the phone away, I see it’s Quinn. My frown must adjust my entire face as I glare at it.

“He’s with Aria,” Zane states.

“He isn’t just with her.” I look up at Zane. “He’s rutting her from the sounds of it.”

24

ARIA

Listen, I’m not one to bathe in cum, but sometimes, the right moment calls for it.

I mean it—cover me in cum.

Like four alphas standing around me in a circle jerk and I’m the prize.

No, really.

Let me suck that big dick down while you feed me your seed.

Drown me, big guy.

Suffocate me with your jizz.

Massage that shit into my skin.

Let my dainty little omega instincts turn me into a cum guzzling whore.

Mama is hungry for a protein shake.

Clearly, I’m a slut for good dick, so when a cold rag intrusively invades my me time, I growl like the feral bitch I am.

“Angel, I need to clean you up.”

“Like hell you do,” I grumble into the pillow, my voice a low, annoyed rumble.

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