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“Exactly. I’m sorry I had any doubts.”

“Don’t. You’re going through a lot right now, and I’ve never had a female assistant, then I break all my usual rules. I promise you’re my one and only until we’re in the grave. You’re my heart and soul.”

“Now you’re out of an assistant again.”

“Damn it.” I snap my fingers. “What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Hunter.” I run my hands over her plump, overly sensitive breasts, pulling down her top and pinching her hard nipples.

“Fuck, let me see your qualifications.” I free myself from my pants and push myself deep inside my wife, drilling her while she sits on my lap riding cowgirl.

“Shit, I’m coming.”

“You’ve got the job…”

“Harley.”

“Beautiful name.” I kiss her throat.

There’s a knock at the door. “Sir.”

“Bogan, give us a moment.”

“Sir, there’s a gentleman who is looking for you. Says they’re in a meeting.”

“Fuck.”

Harley giggles. “Oops. I’m already doing a bad job.”

“I’ll give you another chance later.”

“Don’t forget to tuck it back in, Mr. Hunter.” I put my cock away and rush into the bathroom to wash my hands and fix my hair as best as I can. I come back out and see my wife cleaning my desk and chair. I love how possessive she is.

“It’s Dylan. Remember that, and tuck my tits back in.” I lean down and kiss my wife.

“Yes, sir.” She’s going to get it when we get home. I leave my office and finish the meeting, explaining that my wife was feeling a little unwell and is in her last trimester so I needed to get her settled in my office.

When it ends, Harley is standing by the assistant’s desk looking sexy as hell. Several of the men take notice, and I want to punch them.

“Wow, that’s your wife? No wonder you needed to take a break. Does she have a sister?”

“No, and she’s mine, so keep your eyes to yourself.”

“Understood.” They leave, and I remember why I don’t like having Harley as my assistant.

“Let’s go home early, beautiful.” The troubles can wait—our happiness can’t.

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