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The Dragon
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The Protégé
The Black Diamond Series
Mogul
Black Run
The Redemption Series
Caught
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The Sanguine Series
Hate (novella)
The Queen
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Dangerous Professions
By
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Livia Grant
Chapter 1
Randy
Randy didn't have time for this shit. He'd been waiting several minutes at the empty reception desk for someone to meet and greet him. He assumed the assistant was just in the bathroom since the PC was still logged on. Eventually losing patience, he pressed forward through the small reception office toward the one and only closed door. After weaving through a waiting area filled with ugly-ass furniture, Randy approached the office to find the door ajar.
"That-a-girl. Nice and deep now. Just like I like it."
He had arrived for an unannounced visit hoping to catch Bobby by surprise. By the looks of the deep-throat blowjob in progress, he'd succeeded.
Randy couldn’t see the woman behind the gagging and slurping sounds coming from behind his cousin's large wooden desk. Leaning back in his chair, head back, eyes closed, Bobby enjoyed the attention his assistant paid to his favorite body part. She must have tried to take a break because Bobby reached forward and yanked her back to his cock. Randy worried the poor girl was going to puke she was gagging so hard.
"God dammit Patty. Stop trying to push away. You know that pisses me off."
Randy contemplated allowing his cousin to shoot his wad before interrupting, but remembering the purpose of his visit, decided it was best to catch him with his pants down—literally.
"I see you're getting a lot of work done this afternoon, Robert."
The eyes of the man in the department-store suit flew open. Randy was happy to see the panic there. Maybe his cousin was taking his situation more seriously than it sounded like over the phone yesterday.
"Randy. What the fuck are you doing here?"
The slurping from under the desk hadn't stopped. Bobby tore his eyes away to look at his lap. "That's enough Patty. Come out of there and get back to work." He tucked his softening cock into his slacks as the source of the gagging crawled from beneath the desk, pulling herself to her feet. Her clothes were disheveled, but it was the state of her smeared makeup that told Randy she'd been at it for a long time.
As she glanced up, he saw embarrassment laced with relief when their eyes met. She lifted her arm to swipe self-consciously at the remaining spittle on her face. Randy approached the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues and handing them to her.
