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I place one hand on the back of her head, keeping her right where I want her as I reach for the receiver with the other. “Mr Kingsley, it’s Amber from reception. I have Mr Hargrave on the line, returning your call.”

Rose’s pretty green eyes widen to the size of saucers when I reply, “Put him through.”

“James,” I say, but my voice comes out higher-pitched than I anticipated when I feel the crown of my cock hit the back of Rose’s throat. That wench did it on purpose.

I glance down at her, and she gives me a look that says, two can play at that game.

I give her one in return that hopefully conveys, bring it on, sweetheart.

She takes me up on the challenge as her lips tighten around my dick and the pumping action of her hand picks up its pace. Ah fuck. I lean back in my chair, clear my throat and loosen my tie. I’m suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“I’ve been going over the contracts you sent,” James says. I can hear him, but his words aren’t registering because I’m too busy concentrating on not losing my load in the middle of a business call. “I’m so happy with your proposal. I can’t thank you enough for everything your company is doing for mine. Can we schedule a meeting ASAP so we can get the paperwork signed?”

The answer to his question is on the tip of my tongue, but I can only manage a few ragged breaths. I feel Rose’s lips curl as she takes me deep and hums. The vibration ricochets down the length of my shaft.

Fuck.

Here it comes.

“Bronson, are you still there?” James asks.

I push my head further back into the leather and grip the edge of my desk with my free hand until my knuckles turn white. Rose continues to bob on my cock as my balls draw up and stars permeate behind my eyelids.

“Sweet Jesus,” I groan as cum spurts down the back of Rose’s throat. Seconds later, my body is still shuddering with aftershocks.

“Bronson,” James repeats, but I can’t seem to find my voice. My chest is heaving, and I’m panting as if I’ve run one of Rose’s torturous marathons.

I stare at her, not sure if I’m annoyed or proud, but the truth is I deserved everything she just dished out.

She removes my dick from her mouth with an audible pop, sits back on her haunches, and gives me an angelic smile, like she didn’t make me forget my own name.

I place my hand over the receiver as she crawls out from under my desk. “You’re going to pay for that, you little vixen,” I whisper.

“I look forward to it,” she retorts as she rises to her full height and straightens her skirt. She gives me a playful wink over her shoulder as she heads towards the door, her hypnotic hips swaying with every step.

This woman is going to be the death of me.

Epilogue

Five months later …

“Merry Christmas,” Mum says when Rose and I enter the house I grew up in on Christmas morning.

Although this place is far from small, and we could afford something much grander, there’s no way we’d ever sell it. It meant too much to my Dad. He gave his damn life for this place, so Mum, Violet, and I would have somewhere to live … a roof over our heads.

His life insurance was enough to pay off the mortgage and keep us off the street, but we still struggled over the years. Mum, suddenly finding herself as a single parent, had to go back to work to cover land rates, utility bills, food, clothes, schooling, and all the other shit life throws at you along the way to deal with.

She worked two jobs so we wouldn’t lose what we had left, and the day I finally retired her was one of my sweetest victories.

“Merry Christmas, Mum,” I reply, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Lotti,” Rose adds, hugging my mother.

I move across the room to my sister, who’s sitting cross-legged on the lounge, still wearing her pyjamas. I know she’s desperate to move out and get a place of her own, but I appreciate that she’s still here, looking out for our mother. “Merry Christmas, lil’ sis,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“Merry Christmas.”

I head towards Callum next, who’s sitting on the opposite lounge, looking like someone pissed in his cornflakes this morning.