“I’m ready.”

“I bet you are.” I crawl up his body, his erection bumping my stomach as I lean down to kiss him on the lips. “I’m sorry about last night.”

He settles his hands on my waist. “I’m sorry about yesterday morning.”

“I know you didn’t mean it, not the way it came out.” I kiss the center of his chest and move lower, stopping at each defined ridge along his stomach. As I get closer to the monster cock, I lift my gaze.

Alex’s lids lower, and he groans when my breast bumps the head.

I cup my boobs and squeeze them together. “Maybe you want to slide between these instead?”

“I want it all,” he grates.

“Tits, mouth, beave? In that order?”

He nods, his smile dark.

“Mmm… Feeling greedy?”

“You have no idea.” He sits up in a rush, then flips me over so he’s on top. He yanks my panties off and tosses them over the side of the bed. He fits himself between my legs, his monster erection making contact with the Land of Beave. So of course I moan, because what other sound is there that adequately expresses my love for him and his super-special penis?

Alex kisses me, his tongue warm and minty. Then he grabs the lube from the dresser, squirts a generous amount onto his cock, and starts stroking. I have a feeling I’m going to be walking funny this morning.

-&-

I’m not wrong. After sliding his dick between the valley of the boobs and getting his dick lollipopped, Alex fucked three orgasms out of me. Getting dressed isn’t easy when my bones are made of pudding.

Work is fine, but word has spread that I’m presenting the Darcy account, and I’m getting lots of looks from some of the people who’ve been here slaving away for much longer than I have. Most of the looks aren’t very friendly.

Charlene stops by my desk at lunch. “Want to run across the street and get a bite to eat?”

“I can’t. I need to work on this.” I motion to my computer screen and then my desk. It looks like a paper bomb exploded. The presentation is essentially done now, but I’m so stressed about fucking it up that I can’t stop going over the stats, double and triple-checking to make sure everything is accurate for my run-through with Stroker at the end of the week.

“Just take fifteen minutes. We’ll get it to go and come back. We can eat in the conference room, and you can tell me about your blow-job lips from this morning.”

I give her the bird, but relent. She’s right. I need to take a break. I’ve been at it for almost four hours, and my eyes are starting to cross.

I grab my coat and purse, and we head for the elevators. Dean comes out of the men’s bathroom as we pass. He’s wearing his coat and a fedora. I thought that hat trend had died, but it seems to work for him.

“You ladies lunching?” he asks, falling into step with us.

“We’re grabbing something and coming right back, but you’re welcome to join us.”

“Thanks.”

“Where’s Jimmy?” He and Dean are usually together.

Dean stuffs his hands in his pockets. “He’s got a meeting with a client in twenty, so I’ll bring him something back.”

The elevator arrives, and it’s packed, but we manage to squeeze in. I face Charlene and stare at her cheek the entire ride down while she stares at Dean’s neck. I blow on her hair to be annoying.

“So, I gotta ask, how’s Waters feel about you taking on the Darcy account?” Dean asks once we’re out of the elevator.

“I’m presenting; that doesn’t mean the account will be mine.” I sincerely hope the account will be mine, but there’s always the possibility that I’ll say something dumb or mess up and screw my chances. Usually with work stuff I keep it together, unlike in real life when my censor button isn’t required most of the time.

“Come on, Vi, you know if you rock it they’re giving you the account. And with you managing Butterson’s finances, and marrying Waters, you’ve got it in the bag.” Dean doesn’t sound encouraging, more like he’s irritated and jealous.

“I don’t manage Alex’s money.”

“He’s got contacts, though, obviously, and you’ll be managing his money soon enough. Or is he making you sign a pre-nup?”

“Say what now?” I stumble when I hit a slippery patch on the sidewalk and grab Charlene’s arm for balance.

“You can’t honestly think he’ll marry you without a pre-nup. I mean, he’s worth a fortune. His house alone has to be worth two-point-five mil, and all the other property he owns, plus bank?”

I frown. “He’s never mentioned a pre-nup.”

“They haven’t even set a date yet, Dean,” Charlene snaps.

“I’m just saying, don’t be surprised if he does. He’s protecting his assets. You can hardly blame him.”

I don’t say anything in response. Obviously I have no desire to bleed Alex dry should our relationship not work out the way we intend, but a pre-nup seems a lot like failure is an expectation. This indicates again why I need to keep this job. I can’t imagine being left with nothing and no employment prospects. I guess I can see Dean’s point, but it would kind of hurt if Alex dropped something like that on me without discussing it first.

Especially since he’s constantly throwing money at me. He’ll ask me to buy something sexy for one of our date nights and then drop three thousand dollars in my account. What the hell kind of sex wear am I buying? One of these days I’m going to bedazzle my vagina with Swarovski crystals to be a smart ass.