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She sighs. “We don’t have an extradition treaty with them, and they are not exactly our allies at the moment. We are hoping to compel him out of hiding. So, I was calling to see if you had thought more about my request for a press conference.”

“No. I haven’t thought about it. I won’t do it. I don’t understand why, if you know where he is you don’t just do some Navy SEAL shit and go get him.”

“You watch too much TV, Miss Dennis.”

“No, actually, I don’t watch enough, Agent Walker.” I growl “I don’t watch TV because I’ve been studying and working my ass off for the last thirteen years to remove the stain that man left when he committed his crimes, then ran away and left his family to face the consequences. You are asking me to risk my career, my name, my reputation, everything to help you with this operation. My answer will always be no.”

“Miss Dennis, your mother and your sisters…”

“They can do whatever they want. My answer will always be no. If this is all you are calling me about then our conversation is over. I just got to the office. I have a busy day ahead of me and we are wasting each other’s time.” Without waiting for her response, I hang up.

With trembling hands, I put my phone down on my desk. It’s not even 8:00 in the morning and I already feel like going home.

What am I going to do? I had worked so hard to separate myself from all of this mess. I knew it was selfish, but my father had already stolen so much from me. Was it wrong to want the rest of my life?

I put my head in my hands and sit there, trying to figure out what to say to my sisters and my mother. And this is how Simon finds me when he walks into my office a few minutes later.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He rushes around to my side of the desk and crouches down so we are at eye level.

The concern filling his eyes makes me feel guilty and I try to smile. I know it doesn’t reach my eyes when he doesn’t smile back.

“Nothing. I’ve just had a rough morning. I don’t really want to rehash it.” I move to stand up, but he stops me. His deep brown eyes pierce me as he speaks.

“You don’t have to rehash it. But don’t fucking tell me it’s nothing, when I ask you what’s wrong. We’re beyond that.”

He stands up, walks to my door, closes and locks it.

“I’m your man. That means we don’t keep shit from each other. We don’t hide from each other, and we have each other’s backs. So, Addie, if someone is fucking with you. They are fucking with me. Clearly, you need a reminder.”

He stalks toward me, and I feel my pussy getting wet. My nipples are already hard, and I am so turned on. I love this Simon. I love not having to be in charge.

He’s standing in front of me now; his cock is at eye level. I can see it straining against his charcoal gray wool slacks. My mouth starts to water.

“Tell me you understand me, Addie, and tell me you agree.” He starts to unbuckle his belt.

“I’m your woman. You’re my man. I’ve got your back, and I know you’ve got mine.” My voice is breathless, husky as I stroke him through his trousers. “I am so turned on right now. I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, baby.” He runs this thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you. But first, I want your mouth.” He unb

uttons his pants and pulls them and his briefs down in one smooth movement. His cock springs free, and I marvel at how gorgeous and big it is. He’s so hard it’s almost hitting his belly button. I reach out to touch him.

My hand wraps around the base of him and I bring my mouth to his weeping, swollen head and dart my tongue out to taste his pre-cum.

The groan coming from deep in the back of his throat is all of the encouragement I need. I lick him from base to crown to give my hand some lube and then take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

He’s large and even with his cock hitting the back of my throat, there is enough left for my hand to wrap around his base. My tongue caresses him as my lips form a tight seal around him. Both of his hands go into my hair to cup my head as he pumps his hips, fucking my mouth.

He’s whispering encouraging, “That’s it, baby,” and “Suck my cock, Ad.” When I bring my hands up to cup his balls, he hisses and his grip on my head tightens as he pumps into my mouth.

Suddenly and forcefully, he pulls out of my mouth. “I only have time to come once, and I want to come inside you.”

He whips me up into a standing position and turns me around so that I am plastered, face first, to the floor to ceiling window overlooking the courtyard of One Canada Square. He pulls my skirt up and pushes my panties to the side.

Two thick fingers push inside my pussy.

“Simon, oh my God…” I moan. His fingers feel like heaven.

He bends over, and I know he’s reaching into his pocket for his wallet and for a condom.

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