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“And that’s why we should target big corporations right now,” Daniel said, wrapping up his speech. I hadn’t heard a single word. My brain was too busy staring at his mouth. “Any questions?”
Someone next to me raised their hand. Daniel’s lips parted as he said “Yes,” and f**k—that deep, smooth voice hit me straight between the legs. I squeezed my thighs together hard, trying not to moan out loud.
Daniel Green. Son of the billionaire who owns Green Corporate, one of New York’s top marketing firms. Fresh out of college, and everyone knew he was about to take over from his dad. I was damn lucky to score this internship, and usually I killed it. Focused. Professional. But then there’s always a guy who ruins everything. And yeah, women will straight-up die for d**k. I am guilty for that.
