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My hands rise in surrender, but a grin spreads across my face.
There is nothing sexier than Sasha pissed and wearing my T-shirt.
“I’m going,” I say, backing up.
Her eyes narrow in on me, and without another word, I nod before turning around and heading back to my room. Once inside, I slip off my sweats and make my way to the bathroom. I adjust the water and step into the shower. The hot water feels amazing, and I let myself stand there for a few minutes before I scrub my body clean.
As I lather myself in soap, I think about how she felt in my arms.
What it would be like to feel her.
To see every inch of her skin.
The way her body would flush when I touch her.
I close my eyes and stroke my cock from root to tip. The hot water flows from above, coating my hand with moisture.
Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s her hand on my dick. Gripping me tight.
Then she sinks to her knees, taking my length between her lips, her warm, delectable tongue swiping the tip before her mouth opens and takes me in.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I set the pace, plunging inside her, thrusting deep into her throat. Each moan from her mouth fuels me on.
My pace picks up, my grip tightens, and then I shudder with my release.
Fuck.
I am so fucked.
24
GIDEON
From where I’msitting at my desk, I give my undivided attention to today’s episode of the strange things Sasha tells me while speaking to her smoke detector.
In today’s info dump, she’s going on about mundane things. “I bet you don’t know about me.” Her words, not mine.
“I hate all vegetables with a liquid seed,” she says with a straight face, looking right at the camera, and it makes me laugh.
The intercom on my desk comes to life, ending my stalking.
“Boss, I need to speak with you,” Julian says, and I let out a sigh.
There’s always something. The question is just how big this shit show will be.
Leaning forward on my desk, I silence the video of Sasha. “What’s this concerning?”
“The girl.”
I grit my teeth; she has a name. But truth be told, Julian is smart for referring to her that way. I’m crazy enough to kill him if he treated her like anything other than a huge inconvenience.
“Fine. Five minutes. Control room.” I close the monitor on my desk and stand, straightening and flattening my shirt before heading out of the room.
Despite having free rein, Sasha’s favorite pastime is telling the hidden camera/me ridiculous facts about herself.
It’s become a highlight of my day.
Today I found out her favorite meal is chicken Parmesan, which I already told the chef to make for dinner tonight, and that she doesn’t like to drink alcohol.
