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Not that I would.
My only concern is how his mom factors into it. I refuse to let him choose me over her. Or hell… I won’t let himconsiderchoosing between us.
When we left this morning, he waited until the neighbor arrived. Sweet lady. My twitch to run a check on her is only a level two on the Mia pimp scale.
Later, I’ll ask Cal about his plan for where we’ll stay. I suspect he’s been sleeping there. That would explain why he had a change of clothes on him.
All things I’ve been wondering about but have resisted the compulsion to find out.
Pats self on head.
For now, I have two critical tasks to focus on. Finding out who is fucking with me and identifying the rat at the FBI.
Once Cal and I return to the office, he noticeably sniffs the air, making me do the same.
A naughty grin caresses his lips. “It smells like sex in here.”
“Maybe I should work in my office so we can focus. We have a lot to do today,” I offer half-heartedly.
Suddenly behind me, he grips my hips, then slides his palms along the swell of my upper thigh. “Good point. It might be hard to concentrate knowing that a mere foot away from me, your pussy is exposed by your shredded panties.”
Instantly turned on by his proximity and hold on me, not to mention his dirty words, my breath hitches. “I removed them in the restroom before the meeting. No sense in wearing them anymore.”
His hold on me tightens as he brings his face into the curve of my neck and inhales deeply. “Fuck, that’s hot. You’re such a dirty girl, traipsing around here without panties. Don’t you have a spare pair in the bag you packed this morning?”
“Yeah, but I thought it would be more fun this way.”
“Such a naughty girl.”
He runs his hand over my naked ass and squeezes firmly, then threads it around my hip to tease me from the front. My eyes flutter closed, and I press my ass into his groin.
“Spread your legs for me,” he orders, and I comply instantly.
His deft fingers stroke through my tender flesh, finding my clit and pinching it. He drifts to my opening and pumps two fingers inside me.
I can’t believe we’re doing this in the office.Again. He’s right; I am a dirty girl. But he’s a bad boy.
My breath comes in raspy pants, and I’m unable to stifle a moan.
“Shh, be a good girl and stay quiet, or I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
“You want me to make you come, Mia?”
“Yes, please.”
“Does a dirty girl like you deserve it?”
“Mmm, that’s up to you. I’myourdirty girl.”
In his reply, I hear the smirk he must be wearing. “You sure as hell are. Mine to punish. Mine to please.” He thrusts his fingers harder, punctuating each word.
“Yes, all yours.” My voice is something straight out of a nineties-era phone sex line.
He nibbles at my neck, just shy of a bite, and a low growl reverberates from the back of his throat. “If you want to come, better do it fast. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Very responsible of you, considering where your fingers are.”
