“No, but I want this dress stretched over your tits while I fuck you,” Zander growls, leaning in closer, his lips almost on mine.“And you fall to pieces.”
Oh, fuck.
I want that, too.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ZANDER
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I’m not surprised whenSebastian strides into my office the next week.
I returned from the restroom to get Courtney’s purse on Friday night, telling the group that she was unwell.Tear lines streaked her face, and she didn’t want to come back into the room.
“Oh, no.”Kylie stood, but I told her to stay and have fun.
“I’ll make sure she gets home.”I tossed back the last of my drink from my standing position and let out a gasp.I was still reeling from having myclientin my arms.“I trust my friends will see you get home safely, Kylie.”
Not that she wasn’t capable of it herself, but it was my way of letting the boys know I wanted them to take care of her.
They would anyway.
And if it didn’t occur to them, Miss Meddling—aka Emily—wouldn’t let her leave without offering Kylie a ride home.
“She’s in excellent hands.”Dereck grinned.
Damon shook his head behind his back repeatedly in good humor, all like,no, no, stay away from him.
Kylie giggled.
I’ve yet to learn whether he took her home, but I’d give it a strong ninety percent chance.
Now I’m about to get my ass reamed by one of my best friends.The one who watched my every move last Friday.
“What the fuck are you doing, Zander!?Throwing away your career for a divorcee that for all intents and purposes has committed adultery!”Sebastian booms as he slams my door closed.
