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Dex adjusted his throbbing erection. His body ached for her, and she was too far away. His intentions to open her eyes up about what she really wanted backfired. It currently had him imagining all the ways he wanted to have her. She’d better be happy he didn’t have the power to teleport himself to her house because he would be inside her giving them what they both wanted. Needed.

“Those relationships end, Dex.” Her words meant nothing because she was trying to hide the desire in her tone. He slowly rubbed the hand up and down his length, adding a little pressure with the heel of his hand.

“Darling, everything ends.” He added emphasis on every syllable. “Ev…ery…thing. But, damn…wouldn’t you want it to be epic while it lasted?”

“Dex…” Off her lips, his name was a mix between a whisper and a moan. He knew she was searching for a rebuttal, but the way she said his name fanned the flame he fought to keep at bay. Just like that, the No Self-love Treaty his hand and dick made five weeks ago incinerated.

He freed himself and wrapped his free hand around his length and moved with slow light strokes. He rubbed his palm on his tip and used the moisture to lubricate his strokes. The familiar tingles of pleasure spread through his body. “Hmm,” he hummed with satisfaction as the sensations heightened.

“Dex, are you…” she started to inquire timidly.

“Yes…” he moaned. Five weeks of longing were crashing down on him, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to fin

d his release. Dex stilled his hand so he could ask her a question. “Cayla, have you ever been with a guy who was so hot for you that he couldn’t wait to have you? Like, the moment you are alone he presses you against or bends you over the first available surface then fucks you until you fall apart in his arms leaving you both sated and breathless…I think that is something every woman should experience.”

She didn’t answer so he continued. “I want you to do two things. One, really pinpoint what you truly want. Two, determine what an actual deal breaker is for you.” He started to stroke himself again. “One thing still hasn’t changed, Cayla.”

“What’s that?” she rasped. He could tell she was completely turned on. He knew she would - if she hadn’t started already - touch herself soon. He hoped it was with his gift. The image of her lying in bed with her golden thighs spread apart as she rubs her clit before pressing the vibrator inside of her and moaning his name almost pushed him over the edge.

“Mmm. I’ll be home in three days,” he said between moans. “I haven’t changed my mind.” He let out a soft grunt before continuing. “Do some Yoga or Pilates for… flexibility,” he moaned again and increased the pressure and speed of his strokes. “Darling, hang up unless you want to hear me cum.”

Chapter 5

Kalilah watched as the nail technician warmed her water and added the ingredients to her future mommy pedicure. She inhaled the citrus scents and happily exhaled. She loved pedicures, massages, manicures – scratch that – any type of procedure designed for pampering. She was waiting for her extra secretive ass sister. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Cayla was hiding something, and there was no better way than a pedicure to get to the bottom of it since she would be trapped for at least forty-five minutes with her ankles deep in water.

Kalilah felt a flutter and smiled at her slightly rounded belly. Her baby was probably moving around. She rubbed her belly and tried to imagine how his kicks will feel. According to her pregnancy app, she would feel his kicks soon. She looked at the diamonds and metal adorning her left ring finger and shook her head in amazement. It all still felt surreal being Mrs. Sinclair and a soon-to-be mommy.

She missed working with Nick, but she was able to accomplish a lot more than she used to because the new female VP and former director of IT was far less distracting. Nick appointed Blythe Thomas before he left because she was the one handling the VP duties that he’d avoided before his change of heart. She did enjoy his random visits, especially Friday’s visit.

He’d shown up a little before lunch with food, but the gleam in his eye told her he wasn’t there to eat. His long sleeved, black Henley shirt clung to his chest and torso. Two of the three buttons were undone providing a glimpse of his upper chest. His jeans did very little to camouflage his…intention.

“I have unfinished business,” he’d announced. “There is still one work fantasy I need to fulfill.”

“What is it?” Kalilah asked.

He put the food bag down in a waiting chair, then his gray eyes burned into hers.

“Since seeing you in jeans for the first time, I’ve often entertained the idea of coming to your office, peeling them off you…” He was mere inches in front of her. “Bending you over the desk…” He pulled her against him and whispered, “And fucking you quick, hard, and dirty.”

She was wet. Well, she was wet the moment he’d appeared.

“What’s stopping you?”

Both of his hands kneaded her ass. He smiled at her.

“Not a damn thing.”

Kalilah flushed. Damn, she was hot all over again. She pulled out her phone.

Kalilah: I’m thinking about your lunch visit Friday.

Nick: Me, too. And Saturday and this morning.

Kalilah: Good. We’re making a new memory the moment I get back.

Nick: Hurry the fuck up, please.

Nick: Kalilah?


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