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“Here is where I am now, so… yeah. It’s my company! I can do what I want!”

And what I want right now is to be inside my VP of Social Media.

I slip her panties to the side and look down to see a tiny diamond stud. I meet her eye.

“Friday is bling day.” She shrugs.

I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. It has no accessories, so I’ll just have to accessorize it with Myrtle. When I slide inside her, her stomach tenses and she looks over my shoulder.

“What is it?”

“I want to make sure no one can see.”

“Fuck ’em.”

“Are you an exhibitionist and forgot to tell me?” she moans out between slow strokes of my cock sliding in and out of her.

“Dunno,” I groan. “I’m learning a lot about myself.”

But just because I’m curious now, and also because I don’t have any great desire for Bryce to come bursting in and get the idea that this is an office perk, I glance through the slender, vertical window to make sure no one is, in fact, looking in.

Nope. Bryce has his back to us.

Myrtle moans.

Oh. Huh..

I feel my balls tighten.

He appears to be chatting up the handsome FedEx guy.

I turn my attention back to Myrtle.

Well…

Myrtle’s mouth opens in a silent scream.

Good for him.

And in what has to be world record time…

You go, Bryce.

She comes.

Do you, man.

And so do I.

Do you.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - MYRTLE

It was exhilarating, and satisfying, and empowering to be busy at work all week. I’d almost forgotten what it was like. The crises, the stress, the energy… God, I’ve missed it. But everything about Pierce’s return feels right. I don’t want this VP job, I don’t want to be in charge of people. The only reason I was so aggressive this week is because Pierce wasn’t here to handle things himself. If he had been, I’d just have been back-up support.

I like being back-up, I decide. Much more than I do being the boss. I like being part of the team.

Well, Pierce’s team. That’s the only team I want to play on.