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“I better.”

Oh, she certainly would.

Cella wasn’t quite done with him, though. She lifted from him as he asked, “And you love me, hmm?”

“Apparently I’m not alone in that.”

“Definitely not.”

Cool air drifted around his cock when he left the warm silkiness of her sex. She hovered above him, his cock still hard and jutting high toward her body as her fingers drifted down between her thighs. She leaned back just a little bit on the chair. It was enough to give him a view of his semen coating her fingertips and they drifted through the lips of her sex.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His words ached.

He still couldn’t breathe.

Cella’s light laughter only had him spinning higher. She looked so damned good; his wettest dream come to life.

And good God, he loved her more for it.

The knock on Cella’s office door in Rochester had her leaving the conversation she was currently having with Marcus on the phone to see her assistant standing in the doorway. Not that her assistant was stepping in on something she shouldn’t hear, but that didn’t matter to Cella.

“Hey, what’s up, Kinsley?”

“Just got confirmation back that the company for the play equipment will be able to make your deadline as long as they get access to the penthouse within a week to do all the measurements.”

Cella rolled her eyes. “What, they don’t trust my measurements, or …?”

Kinsley shrugged. “That’s what I was told, boss.”

“Did you hear that, Marcus?”

On the speaker, the man who had kept quiet during her interaction with her assistant finally spoke up, replying, “I did, and I can make whatever you need to happen. Just let me know when.”

Lucky for her.

And that company who would bring in the play equipment to outfit the entire space of what used to be the master bedroom into the ultimate playroom.

Marcus had really been a life saver when it came to this penthouse project. Probably more than he knew, honestly. Cella had a team that she worked with, sure, and any one of them could have handled staying in Toronto during the entire term of the project but that would have costed more money which in the end, meant less profit. Not that this job was all about the profit to her, but it didn’t hurt and she liked making money. Having a contact in Toronto to be a go-between for contractors or whatever else that she didn’t actually have to pay was a card in her pocket that she appreciated.

She made a mental note to thank Marcus for that in her own special way the next time she saw him. She was sure he’d appreciate it, too.

“Get a date from them when they want to go in,” Cella told Kinsley.

“Will do.”

“And close my door on your way out.”

All she saw was the swish of the girl’s corkscrew curls before she headed out of Cella’s office. The door closed behind her, and Cella put her attention back on the phone call that, before this moment, hadn’t actually been about work at all.

She just liked talking to Marcus.

“Now, before she came in,” Cella said, “you were about to tell me what you’re up to today, weren’t you?”

Marcus laughed. “Nothing very important. Handling business, a meeting with an associate or two, a very boring lunch as I have no one to keep me company, and missing you. That’s my long day in a nutshell.”

Cella grinned, picking up the item she’d placed on the edge of her desk that morning after emptying out the pockets of her blazer. Her thumb pressed along the edge of the key to Marcus’s house in the suburb. The key he’d given her to use at any time. If what he said could be trusted, then she was welcome to use the key whenever she pleased.