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Her eyes widened.

“Oh?” she asked, her throat working as she swallowed hard.

“It’s over. I’ll tell you what happened later. If you want.” I let out a breath. “Anyway, it’s not a big deal. We can get coffee or a smoothie or something after work.”

“Or, I don’t know, I want a place where I can say thank you without feeling awkward. And I think that, no matter what, it’s going to be awkward.”

I froze, not knowing what to say.

“Seriously. Thank you. I have no idea what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there. And I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to talk about any of it ever again. However, I figured I at least owed you a drink.”

“We can do that. And maybe another time if you’re going to be too tired after today.” I said that quickly and winced.

“You know, you’re right,” she said with a laugh, surprising me. “As soon as I said it, I was a little worried because I just want to go home and go to bed.”

I shook my head. “Let’s raincheck then.”

I looked at her, wondering what the fuck I was doing. I had no idea what was going on in my brain, but what I did know was that whatever path my mind wanted to go down wasn’t the right path for me. And it sure as fuck wasn’t the right path for her.

“Raincheck it is. Thank you. Seriously. And one day, maybe I’ll want to talk about it some more, but not right now. I want to go to work. I want to look at details, and I want to tell you that you’re wrong a lot,” she said with a laugh, and I snorted.

“Now that is the Paris we missed.”

“Damn straight,” she said, and then we were silent, looking at each other, the quiet filling the room. I swallowed hard before lifting my chin and walking out.

And I knew that no matter what happened next, we needed to be careful.

Because I could not fuck up my friendship with her, however tentative and weird it was.

She had been through enough, and I didn’t want to hurt her any more than she already was.

As I made my way to my office, I knew that my mind wasn’t going to let it rest.

The wordcomplicatedwas only the beginning.

Chapter 10

Paris

I lickedmy lips and prowled across the room. Prior sat on the couch, his legs spread, his jeans unzipped. He rubbed himself over the cotton of his boxer briefs, staring at me, his mouth parted, his eyes dark.

All I wore were high heels that I didn’t even remember buying, tiny lace panties that barely covered anything, and a smile.

Or perhaps it was a smirk.

My breasts swayed with each movement I made, my hips sashaying just as hard.

I kept moving, one step at a time.

And then I was on my knees in front of him, his hand pulling at my hair as I gripped the base of him, his large cock too big for my hands, the tip of it grazing my lips.

“Suck it, Paris.”

“Is that an order? I thought I was the one who told you what to do.”

“Open.”

I opened, and he slid his cock between my lips. I gasped, swallowing him whole as his dick touched the back of my throat. I nearly gagged but relaxed my muscles to take more of him in, and then he was pulling at my hair so hard that it almost hurt. Only I couldn’t feel a thing.