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“Calm down. She’s out there training with Cynthia right now, so be quiet.”
“Thanks for discussing it with me.”
“What do you care, anyway? She doesn’t have feelings for you anymore. She’s smart and could use a start in the world.” If she was anyone else, I wouldn’t have any damn problem, but she’s not. She’s my fucking Jilly Bean.
“Fine. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get this contract looked at before we have to meet with Hallman and Banks.”
He throws his hands up and stands. “You’re not even going to say hello or even welcome her?”
“Not now. I’m busy.”
“Okay.” He shakes his head and leaves my office like I’m being unreasonable, but he has no idea what he’s fucking done.
I open up my phone, find her tracking device, and turn it on. She’s in the fucking building, of course, but this is more proof that she’s feet away from me and my brother isn’t playing some twisted prank on me.
My pulse picks up, dick stiffer than ever before, thoughts racing out of control. How the fuck am I supposed to get any work done now? With a swipe of my hand, I toss the papers across the desk, sending them to the floor.
“Mr. Masterson,” Cynthia gasps, stepping into my office uninvited at the worst time possible. What the fuck is wrong with everyone?
“Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Sorry. Your brother said you wanted your coffee. I can get those.” She sets my coffee down and then bends down in front of me to pick the papers up, but I’m so aggravated that I zone out with my eyes closed and my head tossed back on my leather chair, and I don’t hear the sound of the other pair of heels until I smell the soft, fruity scent I’d long burned into my memory. The scent that I use when I take my cock in hand as I shower, stroking my fantasies out until I nut with Jillian’s name falling from my lips. A groan falls from my throat.
“Did I interrupt something?” she asks. I look down and see that my assistant is on her knees at the side of my desk—and remember that just a moment ago my head was back with my eyes closed.
Fuck. “My peace of mind, Ms. Krieger, unless you got married.”
“No, it’s still Ms. Krieger. Not that you cared to find out, Mr. Masterson.” She has no idea how much I cared or how much I know. Of course I know there’s no other man, because I chased all prospects away. Ran those little pricks off, sent them running with their little peckers between their legs begging for their mommies.
Smirking, I tell Cynthia, “Please leave us for a moment. You can leave those papers right there. Since Ms. Krieger wants to be a smart ass on her first day, she can learn a lesson in manners.”
Cynthia flinches and says, “But, Mr. Masterson.”
“Leave us.” As soon as she leaves, I stand and lock the door, giving no fucks that my dick is harder than my mahogany desk.
“Now, Ms. Krieger, it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken to each other. Four years, if my memory serves me correctly.”
“Well, you are old…”
I grab her chin and stare into her pretty eyes. “Watch that tone with me.”
“So, are you so rough with Cynthia?” she pants. There’s anger in her eyes, and something else…jealousy. Fuck—dick hard, brain power completely gone, I have to stay in control or I’ll bend her over right on the spot and forget everything I have planned for us.
“No, she’s an excellent assistant.” She glares at me with such venom that I’m turned on even more.
“Now, go pick up those papers I dropped.” As she turns to pick them up, I adjust my cock so it’s not blatantly tenting my slacks while I admire her ass. Once she’s done, she sets them on my desk, and I lift my gaze.
She gives me a fake smile. “What’s wrong? Your back and your knees too sore to get them yourself?” she mutters under her breath. I’m on her in a heartbeat with my chest pressed to her back.
“Sweet Jilly Bean, you’re not a little girl anymore. I’ll make your knees so damn sore if you keep testing me with that mouth of yours.” I press my hand over her mouth, and she parts her lips so I slide my finger inside. She sucks on it just like I’ve imagined my dick sliding between those perfectly plump lips. “If you want to keep your job, you’ll go out there and learn to do it. I need to run a company, not play with a little girl wanting to get spanked.” I pull my hand away, step back, and open the door, holding it for her to exit my office.
She could easily file a complaint with HR about me in a heartbeat for that shit. What was I thinking? I don’t know what I’m doing. I pack my shit on my desk into my leather satchel and stomp out my door, scowling toward Cynthia’s desk. “I have a meeting and won’t be back in the office for the rest of the day. Tell my jackass brother.”
“Sir, you have a call from Ms. Wallace. She wants to know if you’re still on for dinner.”
“Yes.” It’s another business deal, but I’m sure the woman wants more. She’s in for a rude awakening because there’s only one woman I want, and she just sucked on my finger like she’ll soon suck on my cock.
Chapter Three
