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A curious thought pops into my head.Did Dane realize what he had with her? Her beauty, her grace, that body, that fucking pussy.I clear my throat, pushing the thought aside.
“And what do you need with my time?” I steady my gaze on her, searching for a trace of anger or perhaps a small pistol hidden in her handbag. Neither of which seem to be present.
“I have some questions I wanted to ask you regarding Dane’s business deals.”
“Afraid I can’t help you with that.” I shrug. “We were friends, not business partners.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that, but being friends, I also know you guys talked a lot about business and spent a lot of time together. I know you had to have discussed some things. You even said he confided in you about the deal going south and how depressed he felt.”
“Close the door.” I motion with my head and she obliges. “What exactly are you looking for, Emery?” I walk toward her and she places a folder on my desk.
“I’ve been doing some digging and I keep seeing this charge on his credit card. It looks like a quarterly installment of $250,000, but I can’t find where it’s going to or why. It isn’t coded in his books as a business expense and it’s not any sort of tax that I can find.”
I pick up one of the statements, already knowing exactly what this payment is for. I pick up another statement and another; they all show the same charge.
“What is MXB Ent?” She points to the statement where she’s highlighted every single charge.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, tossing the papers back onto my desk. What I really want to know is why she isn’t ripping my head off for the other day. Why she isn’t calling me a disgusting pig and slapping me across the face right now. It certainly isn’t just because she needs information from me she thinks I have. She furrows her brow, chewing her bottom lip as she digs through the rest of the pile of papers.
“Oh, and there’s another thing. The Japanese company that was supposed to be purchased by Ashford Enterprises, I think they—”
I reach my hand up and tug ever so gently on her scarf, pulling it slightly away from her neck. “May I?”
Her attention immediately falls from the papers in her hands to where my fingers are resting against her neck. I watch her throat constrict as she swallows, a completely different demeanor taking over her body. A slight blush flourishes from her chest, traveling up her neck.
“I guess.” I pull the scarf and it slowly falls from her skin, exposing the marks from my fingers.
“Just want to admire my handiwork.” My cock twitches when I see the marks against her milky skin. “Mmmm, looks nice,” I whisper, dragging my fingertips gingerly over them. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she says softly, her eyes falling to my lips.
It’s not exactly a lie; I did want to see the marks I left on her. I’ve beat off furiously to the thought of it so many times I’m afraid my dick might fall off, but it’s also working to distract her from her paperwork. My eyes shift to the clock. I have a meeting that my admin will be reminding me of in exactly four minutes.
This is a dangerous fucking game I’m playing with myself. I want to make it clear to her that we aren’t friends, I’m not going to help her dig for answers, and I sure as shit can’t have her showing up at my home and office. Sooner or later, the paps or a newspaper will snap a picture of her leaving my place at an odd hour, and then the rumors will start that she and I were having an affair, thus prompting a very unwanted investigation into things. But standing here in this moment, so close to her, seeing the marks on her body from me, I’m completely enraptured.
I rotate her around with my other hand, guiding her so her back is against my desk before pushing her to sit atop my desk. “Sit.” I move the papers she brought in.
“What?” I give her a look that tells her I’m not going to ask again, and she slowly maneuvers herself onto the edge of my desk.
I step forward, spreading her knees apart in the process as I slowly drag her dress up her legs.
“Mads.” Her hand darts out to stop my movement.
“You have a safe word. Use it if you must.” She doesn’t. Her hand stays pressed against me so I continue to pull her dress up just enough to expose her inner thigh. I run my thumb over the raised outline of my teeth marks. A perfect pink bite mark. Saliva pools in my mouth at the thought of leaning down and running my tongue over it. I know if I do, though, I’ll have her panties off and my tongue inside her pussy before I realize it. My thumb shifts slightly, touching the edge of her panties. She sucks in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into my shirt as her eyes flutter.
Before she can stop me, I pull out my phone and snap a photo of the mark, making sure her panties are in the shot.
“What the hell?” She shoves me away, tugging her dress down. “Delete it,” she demands, reaching for my phone as she lunges off the desk.
“Tsk-tsk.” I jerk my hand out of her reach. “So rude.”
“I know it’s probably impossible for you, but if you could stop being an asshole and please delete that, I would appreciate it.” She reaches for it again when I bring my hand down, but I grab her wrist, pulling her back toward me.
“I’m not going to delete it so stop asking.”
“That’s illegal.” She lifts an eyebrow like I’m supposed to be scared.
“And? Do you think that’s ever stopped me before?”
