MORANO “Get on with it, Jake,” I growled, throwing myself into the leather chair behind my office desk. I was burning with impatience, desperate to get back to the room, back to her. My dick was still fucking hard, pulsing painfully against my zipper, and the intoxicating taste of her mouth wouldn't leave my lips. I was fighting like hell to hide the tension from my Beta, but the dark hunger was claws-out inside me. Jake stared at me, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the wood before I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Just get on with it, Jake,” I snapped again, my jaw locking. “Morano, are you good?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” “Well, I can smell your arousal from the hallway. It’s thick enough to choke on,” Jake muttered, breaking his words as he tried to look anywhere but at me. “Is that what we came here to discuss?” I leaned forward, my shadow spilling across the desk, heavy and threatening. “Not at all.” “Then let’s get into
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