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Aug laughs, but not before rolling his eyes. “No, Scarlett, you’re not fired. Of course you can go part time. We can change the contract. It’s a piece of paper.” He smiles at me, and it’s knowing and soft, and suddenly the moment grows serious. I swallow. “I’ll hire you as the head of IT, and you can manage and oversee web and app development. Debauchery’d likely hire you, too. We’re trying to step out of the past and up our online presence.”

I shake my head but pinch my temples with my fingertips. “You would really hire me as the head of all of that? What if I suck?” I’m in disbelief of his kindness.

“You won’t suck. You’re disciplined, hard-working, and generous. I believe in you. You won’t fail. And if there’s one thing you’ve demonstrated since you started, it’s that you’re dedicated to Crave’s ethos,” he says, and he sounds more sure of me than I do. I caution a glance at Cohen, who is wearing a sexy smile, then winks.

“Okay, I won’t say no to that. And thank you for letting me go part time.” I don’t know what else to say, I’m scared to say the wrong thing and have it taken back, that’s how good it is.

He slices a horizontal palm through the air as if to say no worries, then turns to face Cohen. “And you’re getting promoted. You’re already doing the job of the in house engineer. What do you say you add it to your title and get some more money?”

Cohen shakes his head. “I don’t need a title change or more money.”

Aug snorts. “Don’t give me thatI’m just happy to be herebullshit, Cohen.” He grins. “You’re gonna build a future now, aren’t you?” He motions between Cohen and I, and my stomach floods with warmth, my limbs tingling. I’m proud to be acknowledged as his, and that’s a first for me. “So you’re taking the title jump to get the pay jump because you earn every fucking cent and I won’t hear another word.”

Cohen brings his hand to his forehead, giving Aug a silent salute. Aug turns to face me. “Congratulations on the toy.”

We share a handshake, and he’s slipping out of our room, leaving us to grinning at each other. “Come to me,” I whisper, holding my arms out.

He stalks toward me, head down, so fucking handsome. “I’m so proud of you. Look at what you’re doing, finishing school, already securing a great job. You’re getting everything you deserve, Scarlett.”

My face is in his hands and he’s crashing his lips against me in a hot instant. Before I can fill my fingers with his hair and get a taste of his mouth, he pulls away. “I am so proud of you.”

“You just said that.” My heart is racing so fast, my cheeks hurt from smiling.

“I want to make sure you know exactly how I feel,” he says.

“And you,” I whisper, “you got a promotion.”

He shrugs humbly. “I already do the job.”

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, everything inside my panties growing warm from the tingle that overtakes me. He smells like sandalwood and soap, and maybe a touch of bourbon, and it’s everything I want to smell on my pillow for the rest of my life.

“I’m excited for tomorrow,” I tell him. We’re going to register for classes, and the semester is starting in a month. Now that I don’t have to worry about asking Aug to go part time or having to quit, I’m really excited for registration. And to do it with Cohen.

“Me too,” he says, dancing his eyebrows as his hand slides around my waist. He slips his fingers between my ass a few times and I moan. “And I like this dress.”

I press a palm to his chest and give him a gentle shove back. “Take it off me later.”

He nods as we walk toward the bedroom door. I yank it open and turn back, stopping him one more time. “Take it off with your teeth.”

twenty-eight

cohen

I’m her desperate, loyal, leaking fool.

“A little more,” Scarlett coaxes as the sheen of sweat on my forehead slips into my right eye. Blinking and giving my head a shake, the sweat goes splattering and my focus is restored. A little more, she said.

I clench my ass—something I found myself doing a lot these days. Scarlett is a huge fan of edging and in the last two weeks, I’m well acquainted with the art of staving off for a big release. It’s torture but it’s… fucking heaven.

My hips piston off the bed, and a little more of my cock slides between her soft pink lips. “Bring it closer, please,” I beg, straining as far as I can with the restraints on my ankles and wrists.

She smiles at me, stroking her fingertips in lazy circles around her pebbled nipple. Fucking teasing me, and it’s working. My groin sears with need as I jerk my hips off the mattress again, desperate to slide inside another inch. Hell, another fucking centimeter.

“How about a little less,” she teases, withdrawing the pussy from the head of my cock. She brings the toy to my face, her tits grazing my sweaty bare chest as she does. “Lick me,” she whispers with a sultry smirk. WithLucyat my lips, I do what she wants and lick. I move my tongue through her soft folds, tasting my salty precum, but not caring. Because Scarlett moans as she takes me in, licking her counterpart, driving my tongue into her tight canal.

After a moment, she draws it back, and tosses it to the floor. “Thanks, Lucy,” she says, her mischievous eyes idling mine. “Now, are you ready?”

Very little blood circles my brain at this point, since she’s been teasing my cock with her mouth and her toy for the last… well, it feels like forever but it’s likely been around forty five minutes. My wrists and ankles burn from struggling, but the restraints are safe, wrapped in velvet. I’ve fought them so hard that I’m exhausted, and I know whatever she’s going to do to me now will be very hard to fight.

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