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getting a little sore, Mike told
me he wanted to give me a big send off. He crawled back between my
legs once more, putting that gorgeous face and those sinful lips
against me, and made me come one last time. I’ll have to say,
he had to work for it that time, because I was beyond exhausted. I
had even pushed his head away at one point, telling him to forget
about it… I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me, but
he merely swatted my hands away while growling and doubled up on his
efforts. It took him thirty minutes, but he got the job done, and I’m
proud to say that last time he made me come was the strongest of them
all.
    Then… it was
over.
    We got dressed,
walked down to the lobby together, and Mike waited for me to get a
cab. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips and whispered, “That may
have been the best night of my life. I shit you not!”
    I snickered on the
inside, because… come on… seriously? A guy like Mike
has some major experience, and I’m betting he’s had many
nights like that. But for me… I won’t lie… it was
absolutely the best freakin’ sex I’d ever had in my life,
and I’m pretty sure it can’t be topped.
    “Are you going
to give me the juicy details or not?” Macy complains.
    “Or not,”
I grumble, trying to burrow deeper into my covers. It’s Sunday,
and I plan to sleep most of it away.
    “Fine,”
she huffs. “Just tell me… on a scale of one to ten—”
    “Eleven,”
I cut her off before she can even finish.
    “Eleven?”
she asks, stunned.
    “Solid
eleven,” I assure her.
    That satisfies her
for now and she jumps off my bed, yelling that she’s going to
make us breakfast, but already my eyes are starting to close from
fatigue. No sooner do they shut though, than my phone starts ringing.
Grabbing it from the nightstand, I see it’s from my boss,
Lorraine Cummings. It’s not a call I can ignore. It doesn’t
matter what I’m doing, or what time of the day or night, she
always expects me to answer.
    Clearing my throat,
I try to sound chipper when I say, “Good morning, Lorraine.
What can I do for you?”
    “I have some
important news, McKayla. I need you to get down to the office right
now.”

Un-fucking-believable.
    It’s my first
day on my new job, and Monday is as craptastic as ever. I’m
running fifteen minutes late.
    And yes, a new job.
    Just Friday…
when I had left the office, I worked for Lorraine Cummings, a
ferocious bulldog of an attorney who has made my life a living hell.
She demanded no less than eighty-hour work weeks, and she liked to
think I was her own personal, verbal punching bag. She demanded,
never said thank you, and usually yelled at me fifty percent of the
time I was in her near vicinity.
    When I dragged my
tired ass into the office on Sunday morning following her call, she
advised me that the Law Firm of Lorraine Cummings had been “acquired”
by the firm of Connover and Crown, LLP and starting the very next
day, I would report to work at their offices on West 56 th .
    I loved how she said
the word “acquired,” as if she was some sort of
conglomeration that was just ripe for the picking. Truth be told, I
knew Lorraine had been struggling for months with the bills because I
had missed a paycheck or two. She always promised me she’d
catch me up but so far, I’ve not seen a cent of it.
    I’ve thought…
no dreamed, of finding another job, and I even have feelers out. But
this economy is tough, and there’s a glut of fresh-faced, new
attorneys out there all battling for the same measly job on the
bottom of the totem pole. Unless you graduated first in your class,
you were on a one-way ticket to probably nowhere. And sadly, I’d
graduated at the top of the bottom third in my class.
    Lorraine assured me
I had a job at Connover and Crown, basically due to a whole lot of
begging she did on my behalf, and that she and I would embark on a
new and glorious adventure together.
    I had to bite down
hard on my tongue not to laugh at