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I have to admit, it’s pretty damn sexy. It’s such a cool design with the Cup and his team logo intertwined. I went with him when he got it done. His tattoo artist is a goddamn wet dream, even if he’s super intimidating. All the artists in that shop are drop-dead gorgeous. It’s like a hotbed of sexy covered in tattoos and piercings. I’m definitely going when he gets the color done so I can get in another ogle session. It almost makes me want a tattoo, except they hurt, and I don’t like pain.
I hold up my finger. “Give me a sec.”
“You don’t need to brush your teeth. It’s cool,” Alex’s voice trembles with anticipation.
“Seriously. One second.” I jump off the bed and run to the bathroom, stripping off my tank as I go. I fill a tiny cup with mouthwash, tip it back, and then refill it while I swish and spit. Running back to bed, careful not to slosh the mouthwash, I hand Alex the cup and climb up to straddle him.
I run my hands over his abs, lightly dragging my nails across his skin on the way down. He shudders, then tips the cup back, swishing a few times before he spits it back in. A little bit dribbles down his chin, but he swipes it away and grins.
“I’m ready.”
“I bet you are.” I crawl up his body, his erection bumping my stomach as I lean down to kiss him on the lips. “I’m sorry about last night.”
He settles his hands on my waist. “I’m sorry about yesterday morning.”
“I know you didn’t mean it, not the way it came out.” I kiss the center of his chest and move lower, stopping at each defined ridge along his stomach. As I get closer to the monster cock, I lift my gaze.
Alex’s lids lower, and he groans when my breast bumps the head.
I cup my boobs and squeeze them together. “Maybe you want to slide between these instead?”
“I want it all,” he grates.
“Tits, mouth, beave? In that order?”
He nods, his smile dark.
“Mmm… Feeling greedy?”
“You have no idea.” He sits up in a rush, then flips me over so he’s on top. He yanks my panties off and tosses them over the side of the bed. He fits himself between my legs, his monster erection making contact with the Land of Beave. So of course I moan, because what other sound is there that adequately expresses my love for him and his super-special penis?
Alex kisses me, his tongue warm and minty. Then he grabs the lube from the dresser, squirts a generous amount onto his cock, and starts stroking. I have a feeling I’m going to be walking funny this morning.
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I’m not wrong. After sliding his dick between the valley of the boobs and getting his dick lollipopped, Alex fucked three orgasms out of me. Getting dressed isn’t easy when my bones are made of pudding.
Work is fine, but word has spread that I’m presenting the Darcy account, and I’m getting lots of looks from some of the people who’ve been here slaving away for much longer than I have. Most of the looks aren’t very friendly.
Charlene stops by my desk at lunch. “Want to run across the street and get a bite to eat?”
“I can’t. I need to work on this.” I motion to my computer screen and then my desk. It looks like a paper bomb exploded. The presentation is essentially done now, but I’m so stressed about fucking it up that I can’t stop going over the stats, double and triple-checking to make sure everything is accurate for my run-through with Stroker at the end of the week.
“Just take fifteen minutes. We’ll get it to go and come back. We can eat in the conference room, and you can tell me about your blow-job lips from this morning.”
I give her the bird, but relent. She’s right. I need to take a break. I’ve been at it for almost four hours, and my eyes are starting to cross.
I grab my coat and purse, and we head for the elevators. Dean comes out of the men’s bathroom as we pass. He’s wearing his coat and a fedora. I thought that hat trend had died, but it seems to work for him.
“You ladies lunching?” he asks, falling into step with us.
“We’re grabbing something and coming right back, but you’re welcome to join us.”
“Thanks.”
“Where’s Jimmy?” He and Dean are usually together.
Dean stuffs his hands in his pockets. “He’s got a meeting with a client in twenty, so I’ll bring him something back.”
The elevator arrives, and it’s packed, but we manage to squeeze in. I face Charlene and stare at her cheek the entire ride down while she stares at Dean’s neck. I blow on her hair to be annoying.
“So, I gotta ask, how’s Waters feel about you taking on the Darcy account?” Dean asks once we’re out of the elevator.
