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Although, the way it splays out, I imagine using it to tie Bernadette to my bed. With Ash right there. Both of us going at her while she’s blindfolded.
Why are these pictures in my head so fucking vivid?
Is it a fantasy or am I seeing the future?
“He’s got a whole wardrobe in his office,” Ash wryly comments.
He would know given all the late-night fucks on my desk.
My eyes say the words I don’t want to spill out of his mouth. The drill of my stare, the transfer of my thoughts hit him, and next, he’s repositioning himself on the chair.
Am I making him hard?
Jerk him off, sugar...
Fuck, it could be so hot between the three of us.
“How did shopping go?” I ask to get out of my head, or I’ll explode in my pants.
“Oh my God,” Bernie gasps. Her voice ringing in my ears sounds delicious and soothing. “I met Victoria Holden.”
“Victoria Markham now,” I correct her.
“She still designs under Holden.” Ash takes a sip of water. “Holden Couture just opened its third store.”
“She’s smart and very talented,” I say to Bernie, whose attention is riveted to the conversation, and the connection hits me.
Victoria’s also a fashion designer.
“Did you show her your des—” I stop myself when Bernadette looks down.
“No. Obviously.” She doesn’t have her designs to show anyone.
My piece of shit client, who she’s paying big money to represent, does.
“But I showed her the cerulean gown.”
“Can I see it again, baby?” Ash reaches for her phone. “I can picture you wearing this.”
Ash doesn’t have to try hard to love women, their bodies, their sweet smells.
We both still love soft skin and feminine moans, but we enjoy them more with another cock.
“I think I impressed Victoria,” Bernie says.
“I’m sure you did, sugar.” I squeeze her hand onthe table, and we’re hooked into a moment I wasn’t expecting.
“She’s making a whole set of dresses for me after I gave her an app to design them for full figures.” Her excitement lifts my spirits. “I’ll have to get fitted. I’m working as Emery’s personal assistant. Do you think he’ll give me time off?”
“Ask the boss man yourself.” Ash hands back her phone, his eyes going wide over my shoulder.
“Emery!” Bernie shrieks, watching him strut toward her with a look of possession that even takes my breath away.
“Hello, sweetheart.” He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead.
“Do you have spies in this place, Mr. Austin?” Ash asks, sounding more amused than annoyed.
“If by spies you mean hooks into the cameras? Then, no.” Emery takes the fourth seat at our round table. “You’re too easy, Dr. Ives. I know you come here all the time and would want to impress our Bernadette. Just keeping the playing field even.”
