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“Plenty of people enjoy playing golf.”

“Yeah, people with no dress sense.”

“I think you hurt Violet’s feelings yesterday. Try not to be so insensitive next time.”

“So that’s the only reason you brought me in here? On some ridiculous pretence?”

“Yes. And it’s not ridiculous. It was a valid question.”

“Okay,” he says, standing.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to work.”

“Did you even listen to a word I said?”

“Yeah.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he turns and saunters towards the door. “I’ll try to be nicer to the next bloke Violet brings home, provided he doesn’t wear those stupid fucking pants.”

A soft knock on my door draws my attention in that direction. Obviously, it isn’t Callum, who’s been conveniently avoiding me all day. I’m starting to wonder if Rose is right. Is he interested in my sister? And if he is, when did that come about? Because I never suspected it until now.

“Come in,” I say, and find myself instantly smiling when my girl appears in the threshold.

She doesn’t say a word as she closes the door behind her, locks it, and walks towards my desk. Instead of stopping on the other side, she rounds it, slowing as she reaches me.

I push my chair back and tap my open palm against my thigh, inviting her to take a seat. Instead, she nibbles on her plump bottom lip before dropping the pencil I hadn’t even noticed she was holding by my feet. “Whoops,” she says.

I presume the pencil doesn’t land where she intended, because she blows out a puff of air and uses the tip of her shoe to push it farther beneath the desk.

At first, I’m not sure where she’s going with this, but her antics make my smile grow nevertheless. This woman is an endless source of entertainment.

My eyebrows jump a second later when she drops to her knees and crawls under my desk to retrieve what she dropped. The sight of her round, tight arse in the body-hugging skirt sends all my blood rushing straight to my cock.

Once she has the pencil in hand, she lifts it to her mouth, bites it between her teeth, and struggles to turn around in the tight space.

First, the heel of her shoe catches on the edge of the desk. When she tugs it free, she lunges forward and bumps her head. “Ouch,” she mumbles.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask, biting the inside of my cheek to stop the laugh. She glances at me over her shoulder, and I see the pink hue spreading across her cheeks.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, rubbing her forehead where it met the desk. “I’m trying to be sexy, but failing miserably.”

“Rose, you just have to breathe to be sexy.”

She gives me a sceptical look. “That’s your advice?”

“It’s a solid start.”

A reluctant smile pulls at her lips. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a bit.” She finally manages to turn herself around to face me, so I spread my legs wider and scoot my chair forward. “Now that I have you under my desk, what am I going to do with you?” I ask, already unbuckling my belt.

Rose sits back on her haunches and runs her tongue over her bottom lip. My eyes are locked on her as I pop the button on my trousers and drag down the zip.

I’m already intimately aware of what her lips feel like wrapped around my cock. Her black belt in BJJ may not mean what I initially thought, but she could easily be a founding member of that group if it existed.

I free my dick from its confines and wrap my hand around the base. “Come here, sweetheart,” I coax.

She leans in and opens her pretty pink mouth and takes me down the back of her throat in one swift motion. I tilt my head back on a groan. She works me over with her lips, her teeth, and her tongue, but when the interoffice phone rings on my desk a few minutes later, she tries to draw back.