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mood for the past two days. What gives?” He flipped the chair backward and straddled it, resting his folded arms on the top as he waited for me to answer.
    I sighed, licking my fingers clean of all the extra sauce. What the hell. Maybe talking about it will get it out of my system. Not likely, but worth a shot.
    “I met the new girl.”
    JT’s eyes widened a bit, and he smiled broadly. “Say no more. That chica is enough to make any man a little crazy, am I right?”
    “Yes! I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it.”
    JT took a big swig of his Corona. “Well, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. She hasn’t given a second glance to anyone. And trust me, plenty have tried already.” For some reason, the idea of all the other guys in the office going up and hitting on her made my hands ball tightly into fists. “Plus, I heard she has a boyfriend anyway. Dude, did you just growl?”
    I cleared my throat. “No, sorry. And yeah, she mentioned she had a boyfriend. I don’t even want to be with her, except, I do. This is drivin’ me nuts. I never lose my shit over girls.”
    “Well, it’s nice to see you finally joining the male race for once. I was beginning to wonder, man. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course. I have a cousin, James, I was gonna set y’all up.”
    I laughed at JT. Did people really think I was gay ‘cause I didn’t date? Was I really the only one who wanted to focus on my career before my love life?
    Then again, here I was, unable to focus on my career for most of the day because of a girl. A girl I shouldn’t want. A girl I couldn’t have. Yeah, I needed another beer.
    By the end of the night, I was half in the bag and ready to get laid. All night, JT had convinced me this was the root of my problem. He was like a little, pesky devil on my shoulder, and the more I drank, the more he made sense. It wasn’t Jillian per se; it was a lack of getting into any girl’s pants in what, eight months? Could it have really been that long?
    Turned out Celeste had a friend, Nikki or Vicki or something like that. I’d only been half paying attention. The other half was entirely focused on her tits that were proudly on display. There was drinking, and dancing, and kissing. This girl couldn’t hold a conversation if she had “Conversations for Dummies” opened in front of her, but her ass felt great in my hands as we swayed to the music.
    She licked my earlobe and sucked on it a little. ”Wanna go somewhere a little more private?” she cooed.
    I didn’t even stop to think about it. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance.
    “Let’s go.”
    Neither of us was in any shape to drive, so we took a taxi back to my place. I had her shirt off before the front door was closed. The rest of our clothes quickly followed suit. She was sexy, with giant fake boobs and a tight ass, but she wasn’t beautiful. I’d only come across one girl who fit that criterion lately. Damn it! Stop thinking about her!
    Her hands rubbed my chest, following the little path of hair down below my waist. She gripped me tight, almost painfully, as she fell to her knees and began to lick. “Do you have…?”
    “Top drawer.” I could only imagine where else her mouth had been, and there was no way I was having sex with her without protection.
    She found my stash, quickly rolling one on me as she continued to lick and suck. It was…pleasant, but not earth shattering. I fisted my hands into her hair, guiding her and hoping she’d start doing something that would make me forget about the girl I actually wanted in my bed. It didn’t work, but it kept me hard. Apparently, my cock didn’t actually care who was there.
    I closed my eyes as we fell into my bed, and I allowed her to take control. She seemed much more into this than I was.
    “God, baby, your arm’s are huge. So strong. We should do this standing up with you holding me.” Her hands ran up and down my body as she grinded