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Inside me, I want to say, but I’m too afraid to go that far. Last night I took him in my mouth. “My ass,” I grunt. “Come all over my ass, X.”

“Ask me nicely.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I nearly come again.

“Please,” shit, fuck, holy hell, he feels so good. “Please come on my ass.”

The instant he pulls out, I regret my decision. Mason unloads all over my spread cheeks and I wonder what it would feel like to have all that pumped inside of me instead.

I really need to lay off the Cyborg romance novels.

Mason kneads my ass, squeezing me roughly. “That looks so goddamn pretty.”

Before I can move, he leans down and drags his tongue through the mess he just made on me.

I… I’m… ummm a new kink just unlocked, my friends. Rolling over slowly, I gawk as he stares down at me with heavy-lidded eyes and asks me, “Are you sore now?”

I shake my head.

“Good. Because when I get back from my meetings, I’m going to fuck you properly until dinner.”

He stands up and grabs his clothes again, redressing as if he didn’t just cause me to ascend into my final form. “Will you come with me tonight?”

“I came with you just now.”

“Dinner, Princess.” Mason works on his tie. “Will you join me for dinner tonight?”

I’m not sure I should. “It’s a dinner meeting, right? Do you really want a date to that?”

“I want you. Hell, I’d have you on my lap for all my meetings today if I could. But there’s no reason both of us should be bored to tears.”

“I didn’t pack anything fancy. All I have is a sundress and some shorts.”

“Wear whatever you’re most comfortable in.”

“No way! You’re going to go looking like…” I flick my hand in the air, “that.”

His eyebrows raise to his hairline. “That?”

“Like sex on a stick! You can’t go looking that good while I’m dressed like a tourist.”

His laugh takes up the whole bedroom. “You’re overthinking it, Leah. Who cares what you wear? It’s dinner with a bunch of stuffy motherfuckers who should count their lucky stars that they get to be in your presence.”

That’s not true. “I’ll look for a nice dress today while I’m out.”

He digs his wallet from his pocket and pulls out his black card. I immediately object, but he rebuttals with, “It’s a business expense. Please, give me the write off.”

Like he needs it? This is just a poor excuse for me to accept his offer. “Fine.” I pluck the card from his fingers. “But just so you know, I’m going to a thrift store, which means your deduction will be minimum.”

“Mmm hmm.” His victory smile is so sexy. “Just in case you can’t find anything there, I’ll call ahead and make sure a few other stores are ready for you.” He starts listing a bunch that are way above my pay scale.

“Wow, Big Tech Daddy. You really know your fashion icons.”

“My sister has accounts in all of them. Drop her name and I bet they’ll give you free shit.”

Laughter bubbles out of me, and I playfully smack his arm. “You better freshen up and get dressed. You’re going to be late for work.”

“I’m the boss. I can’t get fired for being late.” He’s on me again, kissing me like I’m better than caffeine to get his mojo going in the morning.

“Keep this up, and you’ll never see the inside of your office again, Mr. Finch.”