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It’s not like she wants me to stop, but more like she knows we should.

“It was so humiliating yesterday,” she says after a pause. “Sneaking around after you and Lola left. But I knew it was for the best. I knew there was no freaking way I was going to walk out of that office…except, wouldn’t it be better if she knew?”

My chest chooses this moment to become a vice, to squeeze until my heart feels like it’s beating hard against merciless metal.

I’m trying to imagine a world where I tell Lola, and she doesn’t hate me, hate us.

“But then…,” she goes on, and I’m happy, pathetically so.

It means I don’t have to think of an answer, not right now. It makes me so damn ashamed, the gratitude sweeping through me, just for a few more seconds of not having to decide one way or the other.

“What would we even say? I was thinking about this. It’s not like I can be like, Hey, Lola, I’ve got the hots for your dad. I’ve had a crush on him for….”

She trails off, her eyes going wide in that cute innocent way.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she mutters.

I almost reach across the table, touching her, but I know where that leads.

I can remember so well – my whole body can remember so well – what she felt like in the studio, with her curvy body shifting against me, her ass screaming to be touched and massaged and pleased.

“It doesn’t matter.”

She huffs. “How can you say that? Screw it.”

“Screw it?”

She folds her arms, staring at me sassily. It causes her breasts to shift in that tempting way, making my balls ache, and my shaft twitch even as I fight the urge to grow hard.

I’m damn near salivating just thinking about touching her again.

“I’ve had a crush on you for years,” she says, the words rushing out. “Ever since I was a….”

I lean across the desk, grabbing her leg and kissing her hard. She whimpers and then returns the kiss. I can feel the sun on my face as we open our mouths, our tongues clashing, and I know we should stop.

Any second, somebody could walk in here.

But she tastes too perfect, too mine.

“Felix,” she murmurs, breaking the kiss.

I keep my lips against hers, smirking. “What happened to Mr. Fallon?”

She laughs lightly. “Don’t you have any…I don’t know, response?”

“So you had a crush on me,” I say gruffly. “I never knew. I never cared. I don’t care about what fantasies you had before you became the woman you are today. You, right now, that’s all I care about. You.”

I force myself to lean back, to let out a breath.

I’m too close to letting it all tear out of me.

“Does Lola know?” I ask after a pause, trying to change the subject.

Faye shakes her head slowly. “Nobody does. Except you and me.”

I reach over and take her hand. I was right, thinking that touching her would make it more achingly difficult to resist her. Her hand tightens around mine, and she squeezes on.

My cock grows hard, surging with a solid mass of animal need.

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