I say as I maneuver my sleek black Tesla out of the parking garage. I give the gas pedal a modest tap and we fly off down the street. I feel ten feet tall, as smug as can be, and I don’t give a shit right now. Not even the way my cock is aching like a motherfucker can ruin my mood. Olivia shoots me a questioning glare, and I know she’s wondering what I’m referring to—the business meeting with the new client that we’ll probably land, or my favorite part, almost getting her off in the bathroom. My body is still primed and ready to deliver. “I can’t believe you didn’t wash your hands,” she snaps. “I may never wash this hand again.” I smile and make a lewd gesture with my fingers. She turns away from me with a huff and looks out her window in silence the rest of the way home. When we arrive, the penthouse is dark and quiet and my hormones are still raging.
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