Eventually she stops, her shoulders held tall but soft. Then her lashes flutter open, and those unusual irises focus on me. “Were you watching me the whole time?” I feel my cheeks flush, but what’s the point in denying it? She could probably tell anyway. “Yes.” She searches my face before tilting her head. “And?” I swallow, mind racing with all the different ways I could answer that question. Commenting on how fucking incredible her ass looked when she was on all fours is definitely creepy and off the table, so I shrug and tell her something else that’s true. “I knew you’d be good at your job.
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