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"Is that what I am? Your boss?"
My skin heats as he palms my ass through my skirt. "Yes."
"There's a gala on Saturday night," he coos in my ear as he walks me back to the wall. "In Denver."
I inhale sharply as his hand finds my leg and he runs his fingers up my thigh. "And?"
"And I'd like you to come with me," he answers.
"As your assistant?" I moan against his mouth.
He runs his tongue along my lower lip. "As my date."
I swallow hard. "Is that...is that allowed?"
"No one from work will be there," he slowly drops to his knees.
Oh, we're going to dothatagain.
"I'll have to ch-check with my parents," I choke out as he pushes my skirt up my hips. "And see if they can watch Brianna."
"We'll stay in Denver for the night," Brady grins before slipping my underwear down my legs.
Yep, we're doingthatagain.
"Uh-huh," I lick my lips as I step out of the lacy material.
"We'll be home Sunday afternoon," he whispers before his head disappears between my thighs.
Oh. My. Gawd.
I bite my lip—hard—to keep from moaning. Brady's office door is still open and anyone could walk in.
My stomach coils with tension as Brady sucks my swollen clit into his mouth. Every nip, every lick feels like fireworks exploding as I lean my head back against the wall.
This is wrong on so many levels. I'm his assistant. He's my boss. This is a place of business. If Angie finds out, I'll probably lose my job. If Brady decides he doesn't want to do this anymore, then things will beawkward.
I don't seem to care, though, because I hear myself whine, "Faster," as my fingers run through his hair.
Brady smirks against my soaked core as he pumps his fingers inside me. "Like this?"
I nod as he tosses my thigh over his shoulder.
Why?Why does this have to be so easy? Why has this part with Brady always been easy?
Between Brady's tongue and his fingers, I find myself coming undone as I cling to the wall to keep myself upright.
"That was..." I trail off as he carefully sets my foot on the ground.
"Amazing," he grins as he stands.
I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him. He tastes just like me.
"Your turn," I flash my eyebrows at him.
"Iz," he bites his lip. "You don't have to."
"No," I agree, "but Iwantto."
