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while still coming, letting the semen mark her chin. He grabbed his cock and milked it, aiming the final spurts at her neck and chest, the neckline of her practical dress wetting under the evidence of his lust. 
    Her chest rose and fell as he stumbled back a step. He recovered his cool faster than she would have hoped, tucking his cock inside and buttoning and zipping his trousers up. “Not bad. Your technique has improved over the years.”
    Bitch, please. It had been better than not bad. She had his release staining her clothes to prove that.  He was staying in character, however, and she would appreciate that the second she got hers.  She fisted her hands on her thighs, ready to rip her own clothes off if he wasn’t quick enough about it. “What about me?”
    That black eyebrow rose. “What about you?”
    The pout forming on her face wasn’t faked. “You said you would let me come.” 
    “I said maybe I would let you come.” 
    Yes, yes, yes. Her toes curled. Having an orgasm was fun. But the anticipation of waiting for it, teased with it? That was bliss.
    “Then, again,” he was saying. “I suppose it would be cruel to make you—”
    “You bastard,” she interrupted smoothly and slipped her hand up his thigh. “I need it so bad.” 
    He barely missed a beat. “I know exactly what you need. You need to wait, until this evening. It'll make things even more explosive, don't you think? After all, now that you've taken the edge off for me, I won't be in any hurry.” 
    A slow Wyatt was dangerous. Her pussy clenched.  
    He gave her his hand, and she rose to her feet, conscious of his sticky release on her chin and neck. “Tell me you have a shower hidden away in a secret panel somewhere?”
    He studied her, satisfaction in his gaze. “No. Though that sounds like something I should have.” One large finger swiped at the mess on her chin, bringing it to her lips. Hungry for the taste of him, ready to take any chance she could to tease him, she greedily licked him clean. He pressed his finger deeper, until he was inside her to the knuckle. The digit felt too small after the huge thickness of his cock, her mouth swollen and sensitive. 
    Wyatt withdrew his touch all too soon. “My suite isn’t far. You can shower there.”
    A jolt of surprise ran through her. She hadn't quite expected that he'd be raring to head to a hotel room right away. A civilized assignation would allow her time to go to the lodgings she’d booked elsewhere, get dressed properly for the night, pamper herself. “Are you done working for the day?”
    “No. But if you think I'll let you step foot off these premises and give you a chance to change your mind, you're mad. You'll wait for me in my home. It’s right upstairs.”
    The logistics of his directive were troubling. “You expect me to walk out there...”
    “And into the hallway and into the elevator, where you will obviously be going to my bed.” 
    She rolled her eyes. Men. “I need a Kleenex. A towel. Something.” 
    His gaze dropped to her chest. “Ah. Yes.” He leaned away and pulled a handful of tissues from the box on her desk. Batting away her hands, he cleaned her off, buttoned up her blazer, and dropped a kiss on her nose. “There. No one will even know you took a bath in my come.” He dropped his voice. “Though that might be fun, too. For people to see what a dirty little slut you are?”
    That would be fun. She imagined what his employees, his guests, might think if they saw her all messed up, clearly heading up to his bed. 
    “You like that.” It was a statement, not a question.
    “Maybe.”  
    He smirked. “Duly noted.” He pulled a key card from his pocket. “Take this. You’ll need to swipe it in the elevator, and again at the door for penthouse access. Feel free to make yourself at home.”
    “I need clothes, since you destroyed mine. My suitcase is in my car.”  
    “Forget your suitcase. I'll send up someone from the spa and a selection