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that—is located on the second floor of an office building on Arch Street. The success of the JouerTech tab allowed Gilliane to rent out a much larger office location than our first one. Gilliane even had the whole floor renovated to her liking.
    As a result, all the rooms sport at least one glass wall, leaving absolutely no privacy. Only the bathrooms and a few of the file rooms are closed off.
    I spot Paige the moment I get near my office—hers is located right across from mine. Another torture. Day in and day out I’ve had to sit there, with an unfettered view of her office, fantasizing about getting her stuck-up little ass on my desk so I can lick her up and down.
    Or on her knees so I can work my dick in between her lips, slowly at first, then hard how I need it.
    I beeline it straight for her office, not surprised that she’s in this early. I bet she gets in bumble-fuck early every morning. Not that I’m not one-hundred percent dedicated to my job, but I caught on months ago that Paige is a little bit of a workaholic.
    And by little bit, I mean that I suspect the girl has no life outside of work.
    Dropping my briefcase on my desk, I about-face and gun it straight into her office. It’s still early enough that most of our coworkers aren’t in yet. The perfect opportunity to catch her alone.
    She turns slightly in her chair as I get closer, reaching for her portable USB on her desk.
    I freeze mid-step between my office and hers.
    The normally proper, normally pant-suit wearing Ms. Madson is wearing a skirt.
    Friday was the first time I ever saw her wear one, and I was nearly knocked on my ass at the sight of her in that cute pink dress. It had been girly and innocent in a totally sexy way.
    There’s nothing innocent about what she’s wearing today. Sexy? Fuck me, yes . But that black skirt and the bit of lace I see beneath it are nowhere near the vicinity of innocent.
    Paige shifts, then turns to face her screen again.
    Too late.
    Is that a garter string I saw attached to her thigh-high?
    The reaction blasts through me, a pure wave of delicious agony, and I get so hard, so damn fast, that I’m dizzy from it.
    Fixated, totally sexed, I practically storm into her office, my feet eating up the distance in less than five strides. The carpeted floor muffles my steps and she doesn’t hear me approach. Once inside her office, the smell of oranges assaults me—that same smell that always lingers on her. Stronger than ever. Orgasm-inducing.
    God, I can’t wait to bust my load inside her, with the smell of oranges in my nose, the taste all up in my mouth.
    I imagine mounting her, right on that desk, in plain view of all our coworkers, and it’s that image that drags me the rest of the way into her office.
    The left side of her desk has a glass partition, almost like the kind a cubicle would have. I step behind it, bracing my arms along the top.
    Paige raises a peeled orange slice to her lips and takes a bite. She catches sight of me and freezes, juicy lips wrapped around that orange slice, light blue eyes wide.
    Her lips, already too damn tempting for my own good, are stained a deep cherry red today.
    My erection throbs like a heartbeat, insistent. It takes all of my self-control not to grind into the partition in front of me, just to relieve the ache. “Good morning Paige,” I murmur, eyes locked on her lips.
    I lick my lips, unable to stop myself, so far gone that there’s no way I can hide my reaction to her, nor ignore the fact that my cock is weeping for her.
    Paige swallows the bite of orange and places the other half of the slice on a small plate next to her keyboard. There’s more slices in it, what seems like two oranges worth, all waiting to be put into that sexy mouth of hers.
    Fucking lucky oranges.
    “Elijah.” She seems so confused at the sight of me. So flustered.
    Utterly adorable.
    “Paige,” I mimic, smiling down at her.
    Her throat jumps with her swallow, her eyes falling to my lips and