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cock that's in my hand, inside me instead. With the first couple of strokes, his eyes are fighting to stay open while his chest is struggling to stay even paced. My hand grips a little harder as I rub slowly and deliberately determined for him to feel the same helplessness that I do when I'm on the table. He groans lowly. Sinking into my touch. He bites his bottom lip to stop from calling out my name. All of these sights spur my movements to speed up.
                 
    Before I know it, his hand is sliding around my side, gripping my hip harshly. “Fuck, Astin...”
                 
    Moving my hand faster, I continue to study his body that's tensing. “You're gonna come for me, Klous.” He grumbles. Chewing on his lip again. I pump my hand harder, his nuts clenching against my hand. Leaning my lips next to his ear, I demand, “Now.”
                 
    Klous' fingers anchor into me at the same time his body goes rigid. In short, hard bursts he surrenders his orgasm mercilessly. He shudders and groans so hard I feel the slightest touch of my pussy, even over the outside of my dress, and I could come with him.
                 
    After several long slow breaths, he leans his face over to mine and says, “See. Sometimes it's alright to let others have control.”
                 
    I smirk and use my napkin that's in my lap to clean up the mess in my hand.
                 
    Suddenly the waitress' perky face is in front of us placing down plates and questioning if everything looks right. We assure her everything looks great, which assists as her cue to exit. Klous slyly tucks his dick away and buttons his pants back up.
                 
    I turn to Klous. “I'm gonna go wash my hands.”
                 
    He nods, but the second I go to leave, he stops me mid motion. His lips press against mine, not in a hungry passion to reignite the fire that's starting to dwindle between my legs, but as if claiming me in a different way. A way that says to me as much as the rest of the world that I belong to him. I'm not sure that I like it. However, I'm not sure that I don't.
     

Friday
                 
    Hope cringes and pushes the files at me. Seeing the immediate displeased look on my face, she sighs. “I know it doesn't match the digital proof.”
                 
    “Precisely. What the fuck happened?”
                 
    She tosses a hand in the air. “I'm not sure. I've been trying to back track who dropped the ball and can't find it.”
                 
    Frustrated I pull my hair to one side of my face. “Like we don't give Dani enough to bitch about?”
                 
    “I-”
                 
    “I don't wanna fucking hear it, Hope. Just...” Shaking my head I move the disaster over. “What else?”
                 
    “The menus for the company event need to be approved and finalized.” Hope places another file in front of me. “The invitation list needs to be finalized as well. I narrowed it down. However, there are a few names I know you're going to want to cut but not sure which ones. They need to be sent out tomorrow.”
                 
    Placing a hand on the file, I bite. “At least tell me you-”
                 
    “Picked out the settings for them. Yes.”
                 
    “Lastly, there are sixteen queries waiting for your answer.” Before I can bitch about it she assures, “Yes. That is the weeded out list. All need to have emails sent out by the end of the night.”
                 
    I run my hands through my hair, the reality of what my evening is shaping up to be like settling on the very places I have to sacrifice relieving the pressure from. “Why are all these submissions just landing on my desk?”
                 
    “They aren't.” Hope leans back in the chair across from me.