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“I know.” And I did.
We hugged, and for the rest of the party, I felt like…
My father gave me his blessing.
CHAPTER THIRTY
ELIAS
“You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.” —Taylor Swift
“No. We need him willing and able,” I said into the phone, leaning back in my office chair. “We need to?—”
My office door abruptly opened, diverting my attention away from the voice on the phone and the paperwork in front of me to Capri barging in without knocking first. I wasn’t used to that happening, and at first, I thought it was an employee I was going to rip into shreds for not knocking.
She stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her. She mischievously smiled with a gleam in her eyes. Leaning her back against the door, she cocked her head to the side, baiting me. She knew better than to barge into my office when I was working.
Someone was being a very bad girl.
“I gotta go.”
“Eli—”
I hung up.
Leaning forward, I placed my elbows on my desk, allowing my eyes to wander from her dark eyeliner to her long, thick lashes, down to her pouty mouth. I was already imagining those lips around me, deep throating my cock.
My predatory regard didn’t stop there. It went down to her luscious, curvy body that I could never get enough of.
“Did you forget to knock, sweetheart?” I questioned, breaking the silence between us.
She grinned. “Well, you see, Mr. Sinclair. I’m here with a real, deep urgency. Only a man of your stature and importance could understand when a woman, such as myself, has needs,” she replied in a sultry tone, pushing off the door. Provocatively placing one heeled toe in front of the other, she moved to sit in one of the chairs in front of my desk.
“Is that right?” I rasped, arching an eyebrow as she slowly crossed her legs, giving me a glimpse of what she had in store.
She made sure I could see the top of her lacy black thigh-highs.
When she caught me staring, she quickly reprimanded, “Mr. Sinclair, it’s inappropriate for you to fuck me with your eyes.”
“Beauty, you wouldn’t have spread your legs for me if you didn’t want me to look.”
“I’m a lady.”
“I’m a man.”
“Now that, I do know. And what a man you are. Which is why I’m here. You see, Mr. Sinclair. My fiancé left me unsatisfied earlier today and I thought you could finish the job he didn’t.”
“I have a job for you, and it involves you getting on your knees and deep throating my cock.”
She theatrically sighed, shaking her head. “Do I look like a woman who would do that sort of thing?”
I stifled a laugh, holding back a smile. “I’m at your service.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. My fiancé is an extremely possessive man.”
My cock twitched.
She narrowed her eyes at me with an intense stare before standing again. This time, she provocatively strode over to me as she rounded my desk, only stopping when she was inches away from my face. Her honey scent was all around me as she slowly, tauntingly sat on the edge of my desk.
