One more after this :)

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"Dating isn't an issue. I'm not your superior. We'll go on the record. Keep it professional."

"Why didn't you tell me about the meeting?"

He smirks. "And be a presumptuous asshole by assuming you'd want to be with me?"

I smile sadly. "You're my presumptuous asshole."

"If people have a problem with us, they're fired."

I laugh. "Shush. You can't."

"If people talk, let them," he says more reasonably.

I think of everyone downstairs. "They're definitely talking now."

"Fuck them."

I'm cheeky. "I'd rather fuck you."

"Yeah?" A kiss, a nibble to my bottom lip.

"But we can't."

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"We'll be quick," he whispers.

"We're never exactly quiet."

"Consider it a game." He grins. "Whoever can come the quietest wins."

He hurriedly unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. I move to my hands and knees on his bed but he pulls me to straddle his lap.

"Wanna see your face," he murmurs.

Lifting my dress, he eyes my lingerie, gaze heated when he sees garter straps. Pushing panties aside, I slide down, crying out. He covers my mouth. I bite his hand.

He releases a strangled laugh. "Baby wants it rough, huh?"

I bite his neck, marking him.

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I chase desire, turning all of the jealousy inside of me into passion for him.

He's mine.

I laugh when he can't undo the top of my dress to free my breasts.

"You think it's funny?" he asks darkly.

"Mmhmm."

His hand slides to my ass, parting my cheeks, finger brushing my sensitive flesh.

"Oh. Please," I pant.

His grin is wicked as he sticks his middle finger in my mouth to wet it, then eases it inside.

It feels full. Sinful. I rub my clit; come hard and loud.

He groans his release then says, "You lose."

A kiss.

"Kinda feels like I won."

105

We clean up as best we can, but we both look properly fucked.

I'm glowing, cheeks tinged pink. His face relaxed, smooth.

"I don't want to go back downstairs, actually. Can't we hide here until everyone leaves?" I wonder.

He buckles his belt, then cups my face, kissing me. One, two, three pecks.

"Might as well go public with it. If anyone says shit, I'll kick them out."

Smirking. "You make a lot of threats, Mr. Cullen."

"If it means keeping you? Yeah."

He holds out his hand. I take it.

"Here goes nothing."

He corrects me: "Here goes everything."