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I just like to drink, a lot. Finding the article, eyes scanning the text, I pick out the usual shit. Why is Silva no longer racing?

Is it mental problems? Fear over racing because of his accident. Is that why he drinks — drowning his misery in alcohol?

Such a shame to see, a once great driver, fall from grace so dramatically. Frustration and rage grip my chest like a vice. Fuck this. I just need to drink and fuck. I am a liar, and a chicken shit. Tossing the magazine back on the table, I get to my feet ready to leave this place, just as the door opens, revealing the epitome of what I could really do with screwing right now. My eyes trail up the toned, tanned legs, to the fitted pencil skirt that I would happily hitch up to see the magnificent pussy that I bet lies beneath.

A pale pink blouse is tucked into that skirt, covering what look like a fantastically sized pair of tits. Silky blonde hair sits on her shoulders. Hair that I would enjoy getting my hands all tangled in, while I fuck those bright red lips of hers, enjoying seeing that lipstick smeared all over my cock.

My dick pulses in my jeans, more than ready to proposition her with the offer. But please call me India. This, hitch-your-skirt-up-and-let-me-fuck-you-right-now, woman is my new therapist. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. I can see her legs under the desk. I know this little show is for my benefit. Like it has been every day since she started. Of course she does. I sell underwear. Sexy-as-fuck underwear. I have the best job in the world.

Not the smile I know can get women into bed or on their knees for me in minutes. No flirting back with Leah because she works for me. Rule number one: Never fuck the staff.

Even though I would have repeatedly told her that it was a one-time thing. Always make it clear that hook-ups are just that. Rule number three: I press the call button for the elevator, and the door opens immediately. I get on and hit the button for the fourteenth floor where my office is.

I fucking love this building. Everyone here is like family.

My parents like to run a happy ship, and they treat their employees very well. My folks are well loved. They are the best.

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I know everyone here is sad to see them retire. There were a lot of tears the day it was announced. Honestly, it will be weird for me, being here and running this place without them. The elevator arrives on my floor, and I step out when the door opens.

I walk through the lobby and toward the executive offices, and then I push open the door to my office area. My PA, Chrissy, is already at her desk. She lifts her head from her screen. I love my coffee hot, to the point of almost burning.

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How the hell people can drink lukewarm coffee is beyond me. The hotter, the better. Just how I like my women. I fucking love my job, but weekends are reserved solely for playtime, and I love playing. I am in no way ready to settle down with just one woman.

Well, not at the moment anyway.

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I like—no, I fucking love my life. I love my job. And I love having a different woman in bed with me every weekend. I get to have regular sex without the demands and complications of a relationship, as there are always plenty of women willing to service my needs. I fucking love going down on a woman. I have a perfect setup. Sex is reserved for weekends because the week is for work. And, really, it would be grossly unfair to the women of Chicago if I took myself off the market.

My dick is just too awesome to keep to one woman. Sundays are brunch with the boys, so we can talk about the escapades from the night before, and then I usually spend the rest of Sunday working from home, getting ready for Monday morning. And she runs my life like a champ. Like took-her-high-heeled-shoe-off-and-threw-it-at-my-head not happy.

Seriously, why is it that some women will agree to no-strings sex, and then once the sex is over, they completely forget the prior conversation? And I like my life the way it is.

Sex with no strings. But Amber had been at the dinner meeting with Mr. Renshaw had decided he no longer was interested in considering stocking our products in his department stores.

I got reamed out for losing the deal and also a lecture from my mom about how I should be treating women with respect and not trying to sleep my way through Chicago.

But that was seven years ago, and even though it still bugs me that it was the one deal I fucked up, I have to allow myself the fact that I was wet behind the ears in business. Everyone is allowed one screwup in business. I like fucking way too much to stop having it on the regular. I just had to learn to be a lot smarter about who I climbed into bed with, which means that I make sure to keep my weekend activities far, far away from anything associated with the office.

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Maybe my parents just want to talk about the takeover. My parents are hard-asses. My parents came from nothing and built this business together, and they want me to understand that you have to work hard in this life if you want anything. Nothing is just handed to you. But every summer was spent here, in the office, working for them—whether it was in the mailroom or on reception.I fell in love with this hero and heroine and I adored their story.

Rule number three: I'm sorry to say this, but other than a few highlights here and there I never got into the writing style. No freaking way. This is one angsty, sexy ride that I did not want to end! Hair that I would enjoy getting my hands all tangled in, while I fuck those bright red lips of hers, enjoying seeing that lipstick smeared all over my cock.

Can't do sex outside the hero and heroine relationship after they show interest. The detective takes his seat in front of me while the officer remains standing.

Bo nic dobrego z tego nie wyjdzie. Petry tutaj nie ma.