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MARISSAHis fingers moved, crooking to hit a spot inside me that made me shiver and shake. “I want to live in here, Marissa. I want to spend every minute of every day buried as deep as I can get inside you, and it will still never be enough.”The words he was saying combined with what he was doing to me made me whimper. The muscles in my thighs started quivering and my knees were getting numb.Layton hooked a strong arm around my hips suddenly and straightened up, leaving me feeling hollow and empty when he withdrew his hand. I felt like crying when he stopped, like he was denying me an urgent, blissful release.Noticing my reaction, he set me down on my bed and pushed me until my back hit the beige sheets. “Don’t worry, love. I’m just getting you comfortable. I don’t want you to fall or get hurt.”“Then why are you torturing me right now?” I groaned, writhing as I tried to arch my hips against him.He let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll make it all better in a second. Sometimes you’ve got

LAYTONSitting back on my heels, I grabbed Marissa’s hand and waited for her to steady before pulling her in the direction of the bathroom. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Come on, woman. I want to make that dream come true and don’t have nearly enough time to do it in.”Marissa giggled and followed me to her bathroom, where I flipped on the water and kissed her senseless until steam was pouring out of the shower and I deemed the water temperature acceptable. In the end, we had plenty of time to make Marissa’s dream come true.Contrary to what I believed, her dream wasn’t about getting her off at all. But about getting me off. With her mouth. Convincing me to make that dream come true was a hard sell, obviously. Not.I almost tripped in my haste to get into the shower, but Marissa’s resulting giggles were cut off when she dropped to her knees and saw exactly why I was in such a rush. Her lips and her tongue worked me into an even greater frenzy, and when I couldn’t take it anymore I push

MARISSA“Yes ma’am, you have one. Quickly now, reel him in,” Layton said encouragingly. “Do you remember how to do that?”“I think so,” she replied, her small hand moving to the pulley. Layton had taught her how to do this part last time, along with baiting the hook and packing all the equipment.Layton stayed right next to her, ready to jump in if she needed help. She didn’t, though. Five minutes later, she pulled out a small brown fish.Layton grabbed it immediately and freed it from the hook. “It’s a trout. We’re going to need a few more of these before we have enough food for dinner, but great job Annie. Trout is delicious. Let’s bait the next hook. Marissa, you still good?”I nodded, watching my line in the water. It was still totally loose in the water, or whatever it meant when it hadn’t tightened and clearly didn’t have a fish on it. “I’m fine. I don’t think I’m great at fishing. I might go read again. That was more my speed.”He laughed, but then his brow furrowed when his ga

LAYTONMarissa smiled coyly, looking at me through her thick lashes. “So do I, and while you make a compelling argument, we can’t just flake.”“There has to be some perks to being the boss,” I argued. “We can go over those files of yours after. I’ll tell Carrie it’s going to take a few hours and we need to go review the files somewhere else.”“A few hours, huh?” Her cheeks flushed. “You’re feeling awfully confident today.”I scoffed, “I’m always feeling confident. And you know it. You also know my confidence has never been unjustified.”“Let’s just say you’ve got one very satisfied customer right here,” she winked before dropping her eyes back to the file. “But these guys won’t be unless we actually get to it.”“You’re no fun.” I wadded up a napkin and chucked it in her direction. “I’ll satisfy them anyway. Might as well satisfy you first.”“That’s such a line,” she smothered a giggle, arching an eyebrow. “Are you being serious or are you just messing with me right now?”“Depends. Are

MARISSAEight minutes later and exactly, to the minute on time, yet another young woman came down a hallway to our right. “Mr. Bridges? Mr. Banks will see you now. Please follow me.”We did as she asked, being led to a conference room with a table the size of my house in the center of it. I was starting to wonder if this Mr. Banks had something to make up for, since his car, building and table were larger than life and he only seemed to have young attractive girls working in his office.I smirked, catching Layton’s eye. It was no wonder he had no use for such luxurious, ostentatious things. He had nothing to make up for.He narrowed his eyes questioningly, but I shook my head. I would have to remember to tell him later. He would get a kick out of it. At that moment, the conference room doors swung open again and a fifty-something man in an impeccable suit stepped through them. There were some gray strands interrupting his otherwise jet black hair and his eyes were almost the same colo