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Her soft intake of breath warms me.
“We’re two halves of a whole, Siobhán. You can argue with the delicious throbbing you’re feeling right… here.” My thumb slips through her slick folds, circling around her engorged clit.
She gasps. I slip a finger inside her, and her resulting moan feels like a lick on my cock.
“By the way, how did your Xi-Gen interview go?” I continue to stroke my thumb against her clit while thrusting my finger in and out of her drenched core.
“How do you expect?” she purrs. “As there was no jackass asking me questions, ah–” she breaks off in a moan, then she continues, “–asking questions beyond the scope of the interview, it went well.”
I thrust faster inside her.
“Ethan.” Her hips move against my hand, and her head falls back in pleasure. When her breathing becomes erratic and I know she’s getting close, I take my hand away. She whines in protest.
“In that case, my love, I’d better teach you some survival skills you’ll need when you go to Canada. Like how to make yourself come.”
“What?”
“We don’t want you unable to function and flying back every two days to get your brain reset by a good orgasm.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You love it. Here, I’ll show you. Give me your hand.”
“I know how to masturbate, Harvard.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Now, be quiet and show me,” I demand.
For the next few hours, we bury the ghosts of our pasts and lose ourselves in each other.
Chapter 31
Bonnie
I have a bigproblem.
Pretending not to be screwing my boss is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I got promoted to an associate within three months of starting here, and already, there are talks among the managing partners that I might make junior partner before the end of my first year at Acercraft.
The last ingredient I want to add to the mix is dating the CEO. I’ll be sure to lose my reputation and credibility if word gets out.
After the night of the hotel’s grand opening when he asked me to be his girlfriend, he refused to fuck me until I agreed that he was my boyfriend. He got me off in other ways, he just wouldn’t budge with sex.
I argued until I was blue in the face that he was twisting my arm, and the jerk told me to take it up with management if I had an issue with the way he ran his body.
I caved within a few days, announcing that I was doing it only for the sex. He didn’t care.
How we went through the day without seeing each other all those months ago is now suddenly beyond me. Team meetings have become quite interesting because we agreed to carry on like we were before, acting like we can’t stand each other.
I'll find reasons to work on his computer, at which time he'll conveniently send Will away from his desk. We don't always have sex. Sometimes, I just want to bitch about something. Or I want a foot rub. Or I just want to spend a few minutes locking lips with him. Sometimes, I just want to suck him off.
And to my utmost surprise, more often than I can count, he actually wants to train me.
During those times, he’s dead serious and won’t tolerate the slightest distraction or bit of inattention from me.
Geez, he’s so fucking tightassed sometimes, but the amount of things I’ve learned is mind-boggling.
Ethan has been training me beyond the scope of my job. He’s teaching me complex things about cyber-security, encryption and hacking, which should be Jordan’s specialty. But respectfully, from what I’ve seen, I don’t think even Jordan has the foggiest clue about what Ethan and I are doing.