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Banking Her (Billionaire Bad Boys, 25)

Light reflected off the glass of her officeas I approached the end of the hall It was late and I was tired, but if she was going to leave lights on all over the goddamn place, so them off

Taking leisurely strides, I pulled out my master key from my pocket and rounded the corner, only to pull up short when the interior of her office becah the slats in her blinds

Long, tan legs crossed at the ankles and up on the edge of her desk, Winnie Winslow sat staring at the file in her lap, a pen twisting and turning between the plush pads of her pink lips Her norh she’d been running her hands through it, and the crisp edges of her white blouse lay untucked at the top of her skirt

It was a natural progression for ly exposed skin in an explorational effort to find aze shot to her face

She was concentrating on soh to know if she was confused or frustrated or both It was startlingly clear to me, however, that I wanted to be able to tell the difference

The thought made me scowl

Godda I needed was some unavoidable siren’s call at work—fro there doing her job

The longer I stood, scanning the ether restlessly and watching her breath puff through her lips in little pants, the angrier I got

Watching her as she studied soetet down to business—on her terms

It was a coh to satisfy the craving, she’d shift or twist and a new inch of skin would expose itself at the top of her thighs or on the inside swells of her fucking incredible breasts Fivea bid to shoot right out of my nose, realization dawned

Fucking hell This was, by far and large, the creepiest thing I’d ever done I couldn’t find it in me to proclaiht now Haret paid overti into the files of players and cases and tiood ofpsychopath

Resolute in , I quietly turned back from her office toward the direction I’d come But I only made it two steps before kar, annoying ring of my cell phone