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frustration. She couldn’t focus. Her mind was on Jared’s email. The more she thought about his treatment of her and his pathetic emails, the more furious she became. She knew it wouldn’t change anything, but she wanted to tell him a piece of her mind.
    Tyla opened her inbox and hit reply on Jared’s message, determined to turn the tables.  H er fingers practically flew over the keys . She smiled when she’d finished reminding him of how much he would miss how she could give it to him. She’d reminded him of how soft and wet her pussy felt around his cock and how he would never get another chance to touch her big, super sensitive nipples.
    Jared used to tease her for wearing padded bras to con ceal just how big they were. He’d spend almost an hour playing with her breasts as foreplay, knowing how wet she got by him licking and biting her nipples.
    Tyla squeezed her thighs together. She was wet now, turned on by her own email.
    “What are you doing, Tyla?” She asked herself.
    Sending the email would be childish and counterproductive. Cursing, she decided to delete the email. Her finger hovered over the delete button .
    “Tyla?”
    Her head lifted above her monitor to see Brian approaching. She quickly toggled back to the design she’d been working on for him as he reached her desk.
    “Did you change that last item?” Brian asked, looking impossibly sexy in his dark suit.
    “I was just getting ready to.”
    “Don’t. I took another look at your concept and decided it’s perfect for the client."
    “Great.” Tyla smiled, pleased by his words. She stared at him, fascinated by his immaculate beard and his chiseled profile.
    “I’m so pleased with how the final design came together. You did a fantastic job, Tyla.”
    “Thank you.”
    She took in a deep breath and the scent of his cologne made her stomach flutter. As far as she was concerned, Brian was the hottest guy at the company. He had gorgeous mocha skin, muscles that couldn’t be concealed beneath his fancy suits and the knack for getting anyone to smile. He seemed un aware or uninterested in all the attention he got from the f emale staff . Tyla knew half the ladies working at the company wondered if he was as talented in bed as he was at work.
    “You are very welcome, Tyla.”
    He towered over her at six feet four inches and she lifted her chin to stare into his dark brown eyes . She tried not to s tare at his full lips curving into a friendly smile. Images of him putting his sexy mouth all over her breasts sent a flash of desire through her. Her pulse quickened while she pictured him licking her sensitive nipples.
    She averted her gaze , embarrassed by her train of thought. Heat rolled over her in waves and Tyla could only hope Brian wasn't picking up on her weird behavior. Not having sex was driving her crazy, turning her into a daydreaming closet nympho.
    " Tyla ?"
    “I’m sorry.”
    She blinked, mortified she’d been staring at him the whole time fantasi zing what those caramel muscles looked like under his shirt. Tyla cleared her throat and motioned toward the monitor where the design she’d been working on for Brian was displayed. “So, this design is officially done? "
    Brian nodded. “Yes. Go on home and enjoy your weekend. Yo u deserve it!"
    He flashed a sexy grin, kicking her desire for him up another notch .
    “Thanks, you too.”
    “Goodnight, Tyla.”
    “Goodnight.”
    She didn’t exhale until he exited her office. It didn’t seem right for such a nice , tight ass to be confined by pants. She shook her head in disgust. A nice full glass of wine was definitely in the cards for her Friday night. Sh e clicked on her open windows, saved her work and started closing the programs she was using.
    Tyla opened her email and clicked on another one from Brian . She smiled at his note of thanks for s taying late. She clicked reply and typed two words: Anytime, Brian.
    Another dialogue box popped up informing a file hadn’t saved