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“Uh-huh.” Disbelief is clear in her voice. “Please tell me it’s one of those hockey players. Girl, you know they’re loaded.”
If she only knew just how loaded he really was, she’d lose her absolute mind. “Sorry. No hockey players here.”
She raises a brow, unlocking her door. “Fine, don’t tell me, but just make sure you take care of yourself.”
“Always.” I give her a wave, but she stops me.
“Hey, thank you for watching Charlie the other night. I know he can be a bit much.”
Charlie’s her overexcited puppy, who is the absolute sweetest, even if he peed on my floor. “Anytime.”
The puppy in question comes rushing toward me the second she pushes her door open, and I lift him up into my arms, speaking in my best doggie voice. “How’s my little troublemaker doing?”
He licks my chin in response. From the size of his paws, he’s going to be massive, so I take every opportunity I can to hold him in my arms before he’s too heavy.
I gently place him on the ground. “Sorry, boy, I don’t have treats tonight.”
As if he understands, he lets out a little whimper, and Gorie chuckles.
“Charlie, come, I’ve brought a treat for you.” With that, he dashes back into his place.
They disappear into her apartment, and I finally twist my key, letting myself into mine.
Now that I’m not distracted by Charlie’s wrinkly adorableness, tonight hits me in the chest. I swiftly lock the door, collapsing against it, my back sliding down the wood until my butt hits the floor. I drop my head into my hands, letting the night run through my mind. The way he watched me with darkened eyes, tracked my every move while he brought himself to release, would be seared into my brain forever. I should be absolutely mortified, but there was a glint in his gaze, an intensity that wouldn’t let me be.
I’m one hundred percent certain he’d wanted me. Wanted me to watch, wanted it to be me on my knees in front of him.
A shiver rolls down my neck, and my thighs press together, searching for the pressure I desperately crave. There’s no way I’m going to get off to that man. No matter how hot it is.
I peel myself off the floor and head to my room, kick off my heels, and unzip my dress before hanging it up. I’ve been making or modifying my own clothes since I was a teenager. Nothing had ever felt right until I’d gotten my hands on a needle and thread and I was able to weave color into my world. Now, my wardrobe is a sea of greens, purples, and pinks. My twelve-year-old self would be in heaven.
Unsnapping my bra, I dress in my coziest oversized shirt, then crawl into bed, too exhausted to do anything else.
Relaxing seems out of the question as my heart pounds in my chest. I’d seen my boss—the freaking billionaire—getting head at work. Can I blackmail him with this? Maybe get a few million and live the best life from now on?
Who am I kidding? Even if I could, I’d never do that. No matter how much he deserved it. It wouldn’t feel right.
Deep brown hair falling over smoky gray eyes, hooded with heat, flash across my mind, and I bury my head into my pillow, doing everything I can to drown out my thoughts. I bring my knees together and bite my fist before sliding the tip of my tongue over my lip, tasting the remnants of him.
My panties are already soaked, and I’m so tired of resisting the temptation. My hand slides down my stomach and up my thigh before cupping my core. A soft moan escapes me as my hand turns to his.
Him pushing the thin fabric to the side.
His fingers the ones buried deep.
His palm massaging my clit.
My breath catches when my imagination has my mouth wrapping around his cock, but instead of pulling out and coming on the floor, I swallow down every ounce of his release. My orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave pulling me under with his name on my lips.
Tomorrow, I’ll pretend none of this happened. Tomorrow, it’ll all be a dream.
It’s not like I’ll see him again anytime soon.
Chapter 3
Misty
I stare blankly at my laptop screen, the soft glow illuminating my cubicle in the otherwise dim, empty office. It’s late, and I’m just putting the finishing touches on my proposal when an email pops up.
