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“And Keely, I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
    She laughs. “I’ll
be right here, but I’ll need something stronger than tea.”
    “Whatever you need,
I’m at your service.” Cam salutes.
    I bet he is. I watch
his gaze move over her body, the round globes of her ass high and
tight under her skirt, and it makes me want to punch his lights out.
    “You ready to go?”
I ask Keely, fighting to keep my cool.
    “I’m all yours.”
She smiles, tucking a hand through my arm. I glare at Cam over my
shoulder as we walk away.
    You hear that, buddy?
Look all you want. She’s mine.
    “You mind if we do
some shopping?” Keely asks as the elevator doors slide shut.
    I grab her right away
and kiss her hard against the wall. I thrust my tongue deep into her
mouth and feel her body go slack against me.
    That’s right, try
thinking about some other guy when all you want is my dick buried to
the fucking hilt.
    The doors open. I
release her, and she stumbles, losing her balance. I take her arm and
guide her outside. “Are you done with the meetings?” I demand,
wanting to get the hell out of there.
    She blinks, still
flustered. “For today, but I need to pick up a few things while
we’re in the city. I’m going to need all kinds of new clothes for
these meetings. This won’t cut it,” she sighs, looking down. “Not
to mention cocktail dresses and a gown for the gala the company is
throwing this weekend...”
    “A gala?” I ask,
half-listening.
    “For charity.
Ashcroft ran it every year...”
    As we catch a cab to
5th Avenue, Keely talks about what a saint and a martyr old man
Ashcroft was. I blank it out, still rattled by my jealous rage
upstairs. I don’t get jealous. I never give a fuck enough to care.
But seeing that Cam guy’s hand on Keely’s arm made me see red.
    What the fuck is wrong
with me? Why should I care if some dumb schmuck gets a hard-on
looking at the girl? It doesn’t mean she’s going to drop to her
knees for him. Keely’s not like that.
    But
what if she is?
    I feel a chill. I
trusted a woman once. I even thought I loved her, back when I
believed that love even existed. But she was just playing games with
me, tying me up in knots until the day she fucked me over and
betrayed me.
    I look at Keely, so
open and sweet. So eager to please me, she’ll take my cock any
place, any time and beg for more. I want to believe she’s
different, that she would never do that to me.
    But I thought that
about Julianne too, and look what the fuck happened there.
    Love
is bullshit. They all betray you in the end.
    * * *
    We hit Saks so Keely
can grab the things she needs. The clerk ushers her into a dressing
room. I move to follow.
    “Sorry, sir. No men
allowed.” The older woman stops me. “But you’re welcome to wait
here.” She gestures to a seating area, filled with other
pussy-whipped guys toting handbags and carriers.
    I flash her a
panty-dropping smile, the kind that makes women fall flat on the
floor and spread their legs. “You can bend the rules, I’m sure.”
    Right on cue, the woman
blushes. “I don’t know...”
    “I won’t tell.” I
lean in to whisper in her ear, letting my lips brush against her
skin. “It’ll be our little secret.”
    I feel her shiver. “I
suppose...” She bites her lip, looking around. “Go on, before
someone sees.”
    “Thanks, doll.” I
wink, and she turns bright red. Poor woman, I bet she hasn’t been
fucked right in years. Hell, she’s probably going to lock herself
in the storage room right now and get herself off, rubbing hard as
she imagines me sinking deep in her cunt.
    Don’t say I never
contribute to society.
    The dressing room is
empty, except a drawn curtain at the end. I yank it open.
    Keely lets out a
shriek. “You scared me,” she gasps. She’s zipping up a silky
little cocktail dress. It’s got a tight bodice that shoves her
breasts high together: two ripe peaches, just waiting for a juicy
bite.
    My dick approves.
    I pull the