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“No, you don’t,” I shake my head, going in for another kiss.

She tilts her head, giving my tongue deeper access into her sweet mouth. I slip my hand beneath her sweater, needing to feel her smooth skin. I skim my fingers up her belly until I reach her bra, cupping a perky breast in my hand. She whimpers when I pinch her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My dick grows painfully hard between us, begging to get inside of his woman.

A ding sounds from my computer, letting me know that the meeting has started.

“Fuck,” I hiss against her lips. “I have to join the meeting. I’m late.”

Thank God this is a virtual meeting because I would definitely need a cold shower if this was in person.

“Oh, shit,” Roxanne rushes out, moving to slide off my lap.

I stop her, pulling her back on top of me and tangling my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck.

“One day,” I rasp, my lips brushing against hers with each word. “I’m going to fuck you in this chair. On my desk. Against the wall. I’m going to claim you on every surface of this office.”

I dip my head, my lips latching onto the soft skin of her neck.

“Mmmm,” she hums. “Is that a threat?”

“No,” I chuckle deeply against her skin. “It's a promise, and one Iplan to fulfill soon.”

“Guess I’ll be doing a lot more printing in the future then,” she moans as I peek out my tongue and lick a line up her neck.

My computer sounds again, reminding me that my clients are in the virtual lobby, waiting to be let in.

“Dammit,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I’ll let you get to your meeting,” she rasps, placing a kiss to my cheek before sliding off my lap and straightening her skirt.

I give her ass a little tap as she turns to walk away. She looks over her shoulder, arching a brow.

She takes a few steps toward the door before bending over slowly and gathering the fallen papers from the floor. She exaggerates the bend, giving me a mouth-watering view of her upper thighs and round ass before blowing me a kiss over her shoulder, wiggling her fingers, and exiting the office.

I spend the next hour in pain, my dick pressing against the zipper of my slacks as I dream of the day I take her in this very office.

TWENTY-FOUR

Roxy

It’s finally Friday, and I couldn't be more happy that it’s almost the weekend. Work has been extremely busy and exhausting this week.

I’m sitting across from Elliot at Hickory House, a deli that’s a few blocks from the office. I’ve barely seen him this week with how hectic work has been, so I was surprised when he asked me to go to lunch today. He’s been in back-to-back meetings basically every day for the past month.

When we left the office, we told Evie that we were meeting a client so it wouldn't be too obvious. If Evie knew I was going on random lunch dates with Elliot, she would for sure know that something is up. And truthfully, I don’t think she would care…But I want to keep whatever is going on between me and Elliot private for a while.

I want to give us…give himtime to figure out what we are first.

Our waiter arrives at our table, smiling as he places our soups and sandwiches in front of us.

“Everything look okay?” he smiles, brushing his hands together.

“Looks perfect,” I nod, smiling back.

“Great,” he chimes. “I’ll be around. Let me know if you need anything.” He turns and leaves, walking to greet a new table.

My mouth waters at the sight of the steaming baked potato soup in front of me.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” I hum, picking up my spoon.

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