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I sat down in my desk chair, swiveling to face him. A classic tall, dark and handsome, Mason had all the girls in college salivating over him, dying to get a piece of the local prince.And he’d taken, oh yeah, it’s not like Mace is some shy virgin.”He grunted again before seating himself on the couch in my office.“It’s fine,” he said with a frustrated twist of his head, “It’s just that ….”“Just what? “I dunno, it’s just that …”I shook my head exasperatedly.“Shit dude, you have everything. I know there’s your grandfather’s will, but we’ll figure it out. You could hand them a golden ticket, a free ride to paradise, and they still wouldn’t be happy.Cars, women, you’re the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. We already have it partly figured out, Katie’s perfect.”“No,” he shook his head again, still frustrated. So instead, I swiveled my monitor towards him, ready to use a tried and true tactic.“Look dude,” I said. You seem really riled up and some good porn will help you settle down.But then he turned back to me, eyes blazing.“Derek, shit, I don’t know what to say,” he said in a low growl. I mean, we just tied up a girl and tasted her, she’s still in your office.”That was true.I raised my eyebrows at him.“Can I ask you to be more specific? We’d undone Katie’s cuffs, letting her into the private en suite, affording her a hot shower and a place to clean up.CHAPTER FOURDerek The session with Katie had been incredible.We’d tasted her insides, confirming that she was a virgin, and it was fucking awesome. I turned to Mason.“She’s perfect.”But my friend had a dark look on his face.“Yeah, pretty good,” he grunted.

Despite everything, he’s always come off as trustworthy and dependable, a guy you’d want to manage your money. We’ve been at Major Enterprises for twenty years now, starting as the low men on the totem pole.

And we rose slowly within the corporation, moving up the ladder until we got to where we are today.

He’s the CEO and I’m the President of this outfit, the conglomerate hums because of the long hours we put in, the blood, sweat and tears that roll down our faces and off our backs.

But still, what we’d done was pretty rancid, pretty fucking ballsy.

That dark head shook furiously again.“It’s that, but it’s also,” he rasped, the look on his face troubled and torn.

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