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She gave me another small smile, and I kind of hated how happy it made me to see it.

“I guess not,” she said thoughtfully. “Which means you probably agree that the ballroom at the Basalt is the best venue for your event.”

“Oh my god, dude.” I irritably tugged on my suit sleeve. “You’re fucking relentless. Fine, I’ll consider it. After we go take a look.”

Her expression grew tense again. “Okay, but… like I said, that—” She gestured at the desk, then awkwardly cleared her throat. “—that can’t happen again.”

“It won’t. It’s not like we’ll be in my office.” As if my office was some kind of sex haven that made people uncontrollably horny. “We’ll be at a hotel.”

I realised what I’d said as soon as I said it, and our eyes met for a second before we both quickly looked away.

What if we arranged the viewing on a weekend? Did weekends count in Corva’s stupid rule? Technically Anita wouldn’t be working. At least not in office hours. And we’d be in a building with lots and lots of private rooms. Lots of beds. Big, comfortable beds. I’d stayed at the Basalt a few times. It was pretty nice.

Maybe I could tell her not to book a proper viewing at the Basalt and instead we just… went there one evening to poke our heads into the ballroom. The bar at the Basalt was nice too, so it’d make sense if we got a drink while we were there so we could stay and discuss it as the potential venue for the event. It wouldn’t be a date. It would still be a… professional evening.

All very professional.

Although we’d probably have to check out one of the hotel rooms too in case some of the party’s guests wanted to stay overnight. I liked to be thorough. I wanted our invitees to have a stellar experience from start to finish.

Shutting down that train of thought, I cleared my throat and smoothed back my hair, which felt a little messy from Anita’s grasping hands. I forced back the urge to rush over to the mirror and check that it looked okay.

“Okay.” I looked at her and stuck out my hand. “So we’re in agreement that even though I was really good, it won’t happen again.”

She huffed, lips curving again as she reached out and shook my hand. “We’re in agreement. It won’t happen again.”

She released me to collect her tablet and backpack, then headed for the door. “I’ll email you tomorrow about the viewing at the Basalt.”

“Okay.” I trailed after her, then found myself blurting, “I was good though, right? It was good?”

She stopped with her long, slender fingers wrapped around the door handle and looked back at me. Her ponytail slipped over her shoulder, and I had a sudden urge to run my claws through it. Maybe bury my face in it and give it a good sniff.

“Yes,” she said with a tiny smile. “It was good.”

Chapter Twelve

Nuni

I managed to leave the office and get into my car without anyone noticing the cum stains all over my shirt. They were still

visible even after I’d buttoned my suit jacket. I’d shot pretty far.

I’d come shockingly hard, just from jerking myself off and watching Anita touch herself. I mean, I guessed that wasn’t all that surprising. A beautiful woman masturbating right in front of me.

Half naked and spread out on my desk. Where I worked every day.

After I’d just licked her pussy and felt her squeeze around my tongue while she had a giant orgasm.

The moment I got home, I headed into the kitchen to eat. My dick was distractingly hard again, throbbing in my pants, so I ended up shovelling the food into my mouth at breakneck speed before powerwalking to the bathroom so I could jerk off again in the shower.

Except I kind of felt a little bummed when I eventually got out and dried off. Nothing was going to happen again with Anita. We’d agreed. We shook on it. We’d just continue to be event planner and client, as if that little blip had never happened, just like Corva nir Feris’s stupid rule stipulated.

It was a really fucking stupid rule. And technically it didn’t even apply to me. I didn’t work for her. I was free to engage in sexual activities with whoever the fuck I wanted. And if I just so happened to want to engage in sexual activities with one of her employees, who just so happened to want to engage in them with me just as much, who the fuck was she to stop us?

Unless Anita had made it up to stop anything more happening because she didn’t want it to.

I frowned hard as I went into the bedroom and threw on some gym clothes. Had she? Had she been lying? Maybe I’d been bad at eating her out.

No, that couldn’t be it.