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Luckily for me, Declan’s not in the stairwell. Tracy moves closer to me to make sure I stay put, but she ignores the massive man of muscle who pops up from behind a cubicle. I think I hear him arming a gun as he walks up behind her and shoves it in her back, making Tracy raise her hands in surrender.

“Kyle! Shoot them!” Tracy shouts, just as the elevators ding and police file out into the area. Kyle drops his gun immediately and is placed under arrest.

“Don’t forget this one too, officers.” Declan shoves Tracy toward the policemen who take her into custody also. He smirks as he shakes a stapler and tosses it back onto someone’s desk.

An officer approaches us with a phone in their hand and an exhausted look on their face. She introduces herself. “Good evening folks, why don’t you all start with giving me your names and telling me what’s going on here tonight?”

Declan takes over talking as I sit down and try to get my heart to stop trying to break through my breast bone. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m a superhero. I thwart criminals and villains. I’m also exhausted and can’t wait to tell Dalia about all of this so she owes me double for making me take this dangerous gig.

When the officer finally turns to me, I’m ready to collapse into a bed to go to sleep. I give them my statement and once they leave, Declan and I are alone in the office. He stares at me when the security guard escorts the officers out of the building.

“I can’t believe she came here armed and ready to shoot me over this.” My mind is still trying to wrap itself around tonight’s events.

Declan approaches me, pulling me into his embrace. When his arms fold around me, the warmth blankets me and the only feeling I can think to describe it is safe. My eyes well as tears form, and I wonder what’s going to happen now.

“Hey,” he whispers as I desperately try to stop my emotional baggage from spilling onto his shirt. I don’t think I can bear looking at him, but when he pulls me back a step, he kisses me on the forehead and wipes away the tear falling down my cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m being a big baby about all of this.”

Declan shakes his head from side to side. “You’re not. You just had a gun waving around in your face because of an assignment I put you on. Thank you, by the way. I didn’t think it would happen like this. Can you show me what she was worried about?”

“Now?” I whimper.

He nods. “I find that doing something slightly normal, or that you’re really good at can help you process trauma. It will give your adrenaline a chance to reset and let you calm down.”

“Oh, okay then.” I sniff back the rest of my tears and walk over to my computer to see what Tracy was up to. “I don’t think she was able to do anything, especially since most of the files were on the flashdrive. Um, here, this is it. Every time she made a sale with this particular client, the commission rate was adjusted. It’s higher because she’s taking payments for whatever she sold them.”

“Is there a way to see what she sold to, who, and when?”

“Yeah.” I nod and he’s right. As I go through the numbers, dates, and contracts, our traumatizing night is becoming a distant memory. I’m able to pull records and show him the likely dates the patented information was sold.

“I can get the patent office and my attorneys on the line with these reports you compiled and send out a cease and desist. Probably sue a few companies for infringement.”

I nod like I’m going to be around for all of that, and it dawns on me again what Declan said.

“Is this the end for us?” I ask him. I’m sure my words are clipped, but I need to know so I can start the mourning over him fleeing my life.

“Do you want this to end? I’ll be honest here, Denise. I never planned on you moving on—from my company, that is. I want an in-depth audit of our accounting department. They should have caught this instead of taking Tracy’s word for the increased sales price or something. Why would she keep it on the books?”

“If it looks legal, less people are likely to ask questions. Think about it. What made you think there was a spy?”

He runs his fingers through his beard as he thinks about it. “When one of my competitors put out an identical app and piece of equipment was when I started to sense a traitor in our midst.”

“Exactly. Nothing on the books signaled anything was out of the ordinary. I think if there’s a better check of the books at month end, you should pick up things sooner. So, Declan the Deflector, what about this thing between us? Are we going to walk away?”

He sighs and slowly shakes his head side to side. “Little girl, you’ve put a spell on me. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop, and I don’t think I can stay away even if I want to. You know what I really want?”

“What’s that, Daddy?” I ask knowing that’s what gets him going.

He doesn’t waste time explaining anything as he scoops me into his arms and sits me down on top of Pucker Face Mrs. Perry’s desk. Positioning himself between my legs, Declan presses his hardening erection against my center and kisses me.

Our tongues swirl around each other as heights of passion ignite where his hands reach around and grab me from behind, inching me closer to the edge where he slides my pants down just enough. In the blink of an eye, his cock is out and pushing its smooth blunt tip into my entrance.

My walls swell and contract around his length, eyes widen at the sensitivity of my walls from the other night. Slightly sore, but I still get wet for Daddy. He groans as he slides inside of me.

The first strokes are long and careful, letting my slickness build until I’m wet enough for him to push in and out of me without too much friction. My moans match his. Our bodies move together, knocking just about everything off the top of the desk as we find our rhythm to make each other climax.

The moment passes as we take one last look around and head out of the building.

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