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"She was wrong. She was fired a few days ago."

I swallow to hide my relief.

“Are you sure? Because she seemed to think it was an ongoing thing.”

“She was a favor to a friend.”

“I suggest you make that make sense.”

He shifts again, and my teeth bite into my lip because my body wants to grind against him so bad.

"So you put on a dress that barely covers your ass," he continues, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear, "and boots designed to stop traffic, and you walked into a room full of my men, looking like every fantasy I've had in the last week, all because a woman you just met implied something that wasn't true."

"I didn't do it because of Chantelle. And I didn’t do it for you."

"You sat on my lap. That was very much for me. I’m enjoying it very much as I’m sure you can feel."

"It was a strategic decision."

"Was kissing me strategic?"

"You kissed me first."

"And you kissed me back." His lips brush the shell of my ear, and the pressure between my thighs intensifies. Oh boy, I am in trouble. "Your tongue was in my mouth, little rose."

“Stop calling me that,” I whisper.

He traces an invisible line across the fabric of my dress above my tattoo.

I am going to kill him. I am going to murder this man with my bare hands at his own dinner table.

"You took a shot." His voice is barely a whisper. "Now make the most of it."

His hand returns to between my legs. An insistent pressure against the place where I'm wet, aching, and desperate for friction.

“Feel how hard I am for you right now?"

Oh, I can feel it.

I've been feeling it since I sat down.

Now my clit is positively aching for release, wanting me to find the angle that would make the ache stop.

My brain is barely holding me back.

"Don't be afraid." His lips drag past the shell of my ear to press a kiss on my temple. "I want to watch you unravel on my cock in front of my men."

I bite down on my lip again.

"I know how frustrated you are," he says.

"I'm not … frust … rated…"

“You’ve been frustrated for days.”

“No … I…” I can’t find the words because he has put both hands between my thighs to push them wider apart, letting the outline of his cock do the teasing.

"I heard you." His voice drops lower. "Through the wall. Touching yourself."