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somewhat , Sweetness. I see how your eyes immediately dart toward me when I walk into a room.” I feel a shiver radiate off her body and I feel myself growing harder.
    “Don’t flatter yourself. I have a nervous twitch.”
    “I see the way your talented tongue slowly slides out and over your bottom lip while you watch me eat during the weekly breakfast meetings. You can’t keep your eyes off my mouth. Tell me, are you thinking about how much pleasure it’s given you?” Her gaze quickly zeroes in on my mouth as she releases a deep sigh.
    “I have severely dry lips. I’m not thinking about you. I’m thinking about Chapstick.”
    “I bet I can help you get moist.” She takes in one extremely deep breath that pushes her hard nipples against the silky material of her shirt and my chest. It takes my eyes a second to decide where they want to land, her lips, her eyes, or down her shirt where I can see the swell of her tits. I swallow hard before continuing. “I see the way you squirm in your chair when I walk by you.”
    “I have hemorrhoids. The condition runs in my family.”
    I can’t help my laughter as I say, “I love your mouth.” Mabry breaks eye contact and focuses on my chest. “What are you thinking about?”
    “Nice tie.”
    “Thanks. Do you recognize it?” Her eyes meet mine. “It’s the one I used the night we played Fifty. Remember, I tied you to the headboard and ate ice cream off your body?” I watch as she bites her lower lip slightly and swallows. “You have one more day, Mabry.”
    “Before what?”
    “Before I become relentless.” I look into her eyes to make sure she understands what I mean before pushing away and walking out of the room.

    I stay completely still until I know he’s out of the room. I slowly let out a breath and try to pull myself together. I have been with a few guys. Well, more than a few over the years, but no one has ever affected me like Brad. Everything about him turns me on, his body, his charm, his intellect, and his humor. Since the first time I saw him my body had a chemical reaction to him. I had been attracted to guys before, but what I felt toward Brad was different, deeper.
    Obviously, the first thing I noticed was his physical appearance. I remember my first day at the firm. When I walked into the meeting he was in, I felt a charge of electricity even before laying eyes on him. Standing by the window, he was talking to a colleagues before the meeting started. He wore black dress pants, a crisp white button-down shirt, with a sapphire blue tie that matched the color of his piercing eyes. His dirty-blond hair was cut short, but not tailored. It looked as if he ran his hand through it a few times and let the strands land wherever they wanted. That coupled with the always present stubble that ran along his strong chiseled jaw gave him a bit of a bad boy edge even while wearing a suit. His chunky watch and Duke University ring caught the sunlight as he raised his coffee to his full lips. Brad screamed masculinity and sex. Even in his business attire I could tell his body was unbelievable because of the way he moved and the confidence that radiated off of him. The first time I saw him shirtless confirmed my suspicions. There was no part of his body that wasn’t cut and toned. It was all a beautiful sight, but my favorite parts were his torso and arms. From the top of his shoulders all the way to his V was perfection. Just thinking about every ripple and indentation got me hot.
    When we started working together there was a continuous charge between us. The first time he flirted with me, I nearly melted. The first time he kissed me, I knew I needed more. The first time we had sex was the first time I felt every part of it. With other guys I simply went through the motions. Sex was another way to numb myself from the hurt in my life. It helped a little, but at some point during the act my mind drifted back to the reason why I was lying under the guy. The very