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“What was that?” I asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“Anthony,” she breathed, contorting as I rubbed my rock-hard penis between her ass cheeks, pulling on her nipples at the same time. “Fuck me, Anthony. Please,” she moaned.
Groaning, I granted her wish. Easing off her ass a little, I lined my dick up with her pussy and pushed.
“Fuck,” she panted, gripping my arms that were still beneath her shirt. I pulled out and pushed myself in again, this time moving one of my hands up to grip the front of her neck as the other reached around to find her clit. “Oh, fuck!” she gasped. “Yes.” She sobbed and whined as I rested my face up against her neck, bending my knees to push into her again, harder and deeper until I was in a rhythm. “Yes, please, fuck, fuck, Anthony, yes,” she cried, loud enough for the birds of the night to take with them on the wind so that others far and wide could hear her. “Fill me up, Anthony. Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped.
Releasing her neck, I rested one hand on the trunk of the car, leaning over her as the other hand remained on her clit. She flopped forward, hanging on, turning to look at me as she bit her already swollen lip.
“Fuck, Tiffany,” I breathed. “You feel like fucking heaven,” I said before spinning her around so I could gaze at her beautiful face and watch her mouth hang open while I fucked her. “Ah, shit!” I groaned while climbing to my peak. Picking her up off the car, I wrapped her legs around my hips and finished by fucking her standing up.
Grunting, I jerked, bursting inside her, and she hung onto me for dear life as we were both covered in sweat, trying to catch our breaths.
Chapter 40
Mario
“Goodmorning,Mr.Sharpe.”My assistant smiled at me as I walked past her desk, coffee in one hand and briefcase in the other. Thank goodness she came back because we’d worked together for years. Trying to rebuild and regain business after clients left, it would have been hell having to work with a new assistant who didn’t already know the ins and outs of everything. It was an awkward interview when she came back for her job but considering the circumstances, I decided that it wasn’t outrageous for her to leave as someone with morals even if loyalty was important.
Overall, though, it felt good to walk into the office without the judgmental glares. It felt nice to be smiled at again. It felt great that I didn’t have to walk into the office with the guilt of lying to Chris or hiding Tiffany from the world. Even if she didn’t say it back last night, it felt good that I told her how I felt. Whatever happened next didn’t matter. I was in high spirits. The truth was out there, and the truth did in fact set me free.
“Good morning,” I responded.
“There’s an urgent letter on the desk for you,” she said, giving me a knowing look. My brows crinkled in response as I turned away from her and into the office. On my desk, there was an envelope, and the only thing written on it was my name in capital letters. My stomach turned over in knots, but I tried to focus on the positives, although the trauma of the past week made it hard to stave off the anxiety.
Putting my briefcase on the couch in my office, I took a sip of my coffee while heading toward my desk so that it would comfort me in my preparation to open that envelope. Instead, it scorched my tongue, and I had to put it aside. Sitting in my swivel desk chair, I picked up the letter and gauged the weight of it. It was light, but that didn’t make it less ominous. Taking a breath for confidence, I opened it, and a key fell out.
My heart tensed when I saw Chris’ name and address in the corner, but it burst free like doves at a wedding when I saw ‘For Tiffany’ at the heading.
Call my attorney, and we’ll set up the apartment in Tiffany’s name.The note read.
My eyes got misty in celebration as I jumped up from my desk and headed through the door. This would mean so much to Tiffany and perhaps it could resolve the bad blood between us.
In the lobby, I ran into Jared. He looked at me with his brows raised, tapping on his watch and waving his hands out beside him. “Where are you going? We have a meeting right now!” he said. Shit, I’d forgotten about that.
Handing him the note, I said, “I’ve got to go see Chris. I need to thank him in person and talk to him. You know? Sort things out.” Waiting for Jared to let me know if he was okay with me running out, he surprised me when he handed the note back to me.
“Screw the meeting,” he said. “I’ll ask Melissa to reschedule.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m coming with you.”
Chapter 41
Chris
Walkingintomydealershipthis morning for a meeting with the CEO and managers, I spotted an irate customer who demanded to speak to the manager. When that wasn’t enough, they caused an even bigger scene, and I intervened. They were in the showroom with very expensive vehicles that could be damaged if they were careless. I also had to think of the other potential customers’ safety. As well as the reputation of my business. I didn’t want them scaring customers away.
Managing to soothe the customer wasn’t easy, and it caused a bit of tension in the meeting with my employees. Nevertheless, I understood that if I hadn’t stepped in, they would’ve handled it. That wasn’t the first unstable customer, and it wouldn’t be the last. They had everything under control. I just liked to stop by to make sure that everything was running smoothly. Though I enjoyed taking on a managerial and CEO role some of the time, I was also happy with the freedom that came with not being obligated to.
Sighing and walking out of the meeting, I handed some files to my assistant on my way to my office. My walk faltered a tiny bit upon seeing that I had visitors standing by the black door that led into my office. What were Jared and Mario doing here?
My office wasn’t as magnificent as one would expect of an owner of a successful car dealership. There were two moderately sized glass walls encasing the door, and inside was a strong and thick, heavy wooden desk. On my wall behind my desk hung pictures of my wife and my two kids. There was also a picture of them on the desk. There was a large, soft-backed swivel chair for me to sit on and two armchairs in front of slightly above-average-sized glass windows with blinds on them. The guys had been in here several times before, although they used to say it was too small and stuffy for their liking, which was why we’d end up at bars when we hung out, even during work hours. Having them show up here wasn’t like the other times, however.
Without a smile and only a sideways glance, I stepped past them, tugging at the lapel of my black jacket paired with a black t-shirt, black pants, and black shoes. I was kind of feeling the black vibe today regardless of what anyone said about it, possibly clashing with the redness of my hair and the undertones of my skin. When I got dressed this morning, I didn’t think about what would look flattering on me. I kind of just thought about what mood I was in.
My mood was kind of resigned and flatlined.
The guys didn’t wait for me to say anything; they said nothing either. Instead, they just walked in after me and closed the door. I hadn’t looked up at them and pretended to be busy flipping through some pages on a black clipboard on my desk.
“Got your note,” Mario said as he took a seat in one of the grayish-bluish armchairs.
