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Davenport!”
    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Loraine yelled.
    “Mrs. Nicholas, I did nothing wrong!” Riana protested,
pulling out of Allan’s embrace.
    She tipped her chin up with an air of self-importance.
“That doesn’t matter. You are relieved of your job Miss Albury .
You too, Miss Larson.”
    “She did nothing wrong!” Riana exclaimed.
    Riana felt Allan tuck his fingers in the waistband of
her trousers and pull her back against his chest. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll find
you other jobs.”
    “But—” Riana blurted.
    Loraine moved closer to Theresa. “Or you could just
pay our bills. I have no qualms living off my best friend’s new boyfriend . He’s a billionaire you
know.” Theresa’s face turned beetroot red, her fists clenched tightly at her
sides in pure rage. With a satisfactory smile, Loraine gave her a salute and
walked away. “Come on guys, let’s blow this joint.”
    “Wait!” Riana barely got the word out before Allan
dragged her away.
    After collecting their things from the company van,
they joined Allan and stood outside with the doorman, waiting for Allan’s limo,
and all Riana could do was pace nervously.
    “I knew this was going to happen. I mean, when a day
starts with the worst finals paper that ever existed in the world, as if it had
been sent straight from hell to torture me, to catching my roommate riding my
boyfriend like a freaking horse into oblivion, and now I’m fired from a job
that took me months to find. Here I am, with no income, no place to live…with
absolutely nothing! I don’t even have my books to study for my last paper. And
of course I’m going to fail that too then I’ll have to—”
    “I thought you’ve never had sex?” Allan questioned,
interrupting her rambling.
    “Oh she has, but judging from her description it
sounds more like scratching an itch than sex. Right, Riana?” Loraine piped in.
    “Thank you so much, Loraine, now I’m going to think
something is wrong with me because I was never satisfied. Well according to
Claire, something is definitely wrong with me because I apparently only like
missionary style like some damn nun on a Sunday. If I do prefer said sex
position, I should have felt a lot more than pressure and impatience for the
whole damn thing to be over. Steve was the experienced one, he should have
taken the initiative to spice things up but nooo , he
only thought of number one! When he was under Claire, he made noises he’d never
made with me and he let her come first which he’s never done with me—”
    Her next words were interrupted by a pair of warm lips
pressing against hers. She was stunned for a moment as Allan’s arm snaked
around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, and the other wide hand
held the back of her head, keeping her in place, as his mouth ravished hers.
    His lips tugged on hers, sucking on her lower lip and
pulling it into his mouth, suckling so hard the intensity shot a volt right to
her core and she opened her mouth with a gasp. He didn’t waste any time in
pushing his tongue past her teeth, invading, plundering, and provoking her
tongue into a duel.
    He consumed her, leaving her no space to breathe but
she didn’t care. Allan Sinclair tasted as refreshing as he smelled—like rain
forests on a cool morning, yet tempting and dark. And with every twirl of his
tongue he promised hidden pleasures piled one on top of the other, ensuring
she’d never be the same after he was done setting fires not only on her lips
and her tongue but every inch of her body, and she couldn’t wait for the
promises he presented to be fulfilled.
    And even as he pulled away, ending the flight to the
heavens with feather kisses, and a swipe of his tongue over the nips of his
teeth on her lips, she knew she would never be the same from that moment
henceforth.

 
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    Allan pulled away because he knew if he didn’t stop
now he never would. The taste of her mouth was intoxicating.