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Chapter Thirty

Aiden

My forehead rested against hers while I attempted to catch my breath. I’d never been so out of control or turned on as a few moments ago. I worried I might have hurt her inadvertently. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

I leaned back, smiling. Leave it to her to ask about me. “So much for the rule about no office sex.”

She grinned. “To be fair, it wasn’t a very fun rule.”

A chuckle escaped my throat. “No. I don’t suppose it was. Let me—” I pulled out, causing us both to groan in unison. I tucked myself away, and quickly buckled my trousers before helping her down from the desk.

She bent over to retrieve the pink pieces of what was left of her panties.

“Sorry about your underwear.” No, I wasn’t. It had been hot as hell.

She grinned. “Liar. But it’s okay. Now you can picture me without panties for the rest of today.”

“Jesus,” I muttered. I needed a change of subject. “Tell me what you said to Tom.”

She repeated her words, causing me to laugh harder than I can remember laughing. I wished I could’ve witnessed it. Yet I knew how important it had been for her to do this for herself. To have her moment. I was so fucking proud of her.

“How did you get him downstairs in the conference room.”

It had been ridiculously easy. “Guess he had some Internet problems in his office.”

Her smile made me feel like the biggest hero ever. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You ready to call your mom now, tiger?”

Her face fell. “Not yet. But standing up to Tom was a good start.”

Yes, it was. And I’d try like hell not to push her. As much as I enjoyed being her hero, empowering her to be her own had been so much more rewarding.

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I was dreaming. This one was vivid. A wet mouth was wrapped around my cock, bobbing down the length of it with a rhythm and suction that demanded I come. My eyes flew open. I could see the blond hair between my thighs before I glimpsed her sweet face. What a way to spend a Sunday morning after an incredible weekend together. “Ah, fuck, Chloe.”

For a moment, I was so lost in the incredible sensations, I forgot about my leg and the fact I didn’t have my prosthesis on. Then panic gripped me.

She eased my fears immediately. “Relax. The sheet is covering you. And I’m only interested in one part of you at the moment. Well, three if you include these?”

Her hand cupped my ball sack, causing me to suck in a breath at the contact.

“But this blow job won’t get any better unless you tell me what to do.”

The opportunity to show her was such a complete turn-on my cock grew harder. “Grab the shaft like you were. Ah, yes, perfect. Then pump it in the same rhythm as your mouth taking it in.”

Fuck. She felt good. My hand rested on top of her hair, guiding her down gently.

She popped off to look at me with a grin. “Doing okay?”

“Better than okay. It feels amazing.”

“Do you enjoy it when I do this?” She proceeded to lick down at my base, paying special attention to my balls.

“Hell, yes.” My hips bucked at the new sensation.