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you haven’t signed him yet.” Aidan kissed the tip of her nose. “We both know how attracted you are to him. Why take a chance with someone else when he’d be perfect for what we have in mind?” His voice was so quiet. So reasonable.
    Mad people often sounded utterly sane, didn’t they?
    “He’s clearly perfect for what you have in mind,” she muttered. “I still don’t entirely know what that is yet.”
    Semantics. You got the gist, didn’t you?
    “I want to watch him fuck you.” She hardly had time to absorb the erotic thrill his words caused before he went on. “First, from the front, while he pins your hands down next to your head. Then from the back, as you rub your clit and beg him to drive it deeper, harder. After that, maybe I’ll have him tie you up spread-eagle on our bed and enjoy the sight of him fucking you with your purple dildo. While he fucks your mouth with his cock, of course.”
    “Of course.” She swallowed, shocked he’d really thought it all out. Every aspect. Even more shocked that her arousal was now in danger of soaking through her pants. “What if he doesn’t want to do any of that? What if I pass out?”
    His low chuckle vibrated along her sensitized nerve endings. And this was just them talking about a threesome, not actually having it. Christ. She’d simply implode.
    “He’d have a say in the matter. As would you. But I have some things I’d strongly suggest. Must-see action, if you will.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yes. Doggy-style—or anal, your choice—is a must. I have to watch him enter you from behind. As you fantasized.” He palmed her hip, bringing back last night’s romp. “And the blowjob. I want to see you suck him off. See if you can make his eyes roll back like you always do with me.”
    She shifted, absolutely delighted to feel his hard length wedged against her hip. “I want to suck you right now.” She stroked his erection and pressed her mouth to his to absorb his muffled groan. “You taste so good in my throat.”
    “Mmm.” He cupped her jaw and rubbed her damp lower lip. “You’re going to call him. Tonight.”
    It wasn’t professional. He was a potential client, and she’d be breaking all sorts of ethical codes if she propositioned him.
    Not to mention he might not be into it. Probably wouldn’t be into it.
    They’d had a little heat between them. So what? Men and women flirted all the time. That didn’t mean he wanted to become her lover. What he wanted was work. Work she’d suggested she could get for him if he signed with her.
    He was already wary about the agency. Doing this would just prove him right, and likely get her reported to some board for immoral conduct. Then she’d get fired. Maybe even publicly shamed as some kind of deviant—
    “Layla. Stop overthinking this.” A smile played around Aidan’s mouth. “We’re going to be honest with him. No one’s being forced.”
    “I don’t want to take advantage of the situation. I’m not some sleazy casting director, and he didn’t sit on my couch. Anyway, you’re assuming he’d even want…me,” she said lamely.
    He cocked a brow. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    The flush she felt crawling across her cheeks made her scowl. “You’re biased.”
    “No. I have two eyes.” His breath wafted over her lips. “Trust me. Ask him to come over here and see how he responds.”
    “There’s no way I can sign him, then ask him to do this. I can’t.”
    “So sign him after.” Aidan shrugged as if sex and business mixed just fine. “Or let him be the judge. He’ll get the score quite well if you lay it on the line for him.” Again he squeezed her pussy, and she moaned at the strong pinch of his fingers where she was so swollen and wet. “He’ll choose you, I guarantee it.”
    “I’m just not sure.” Her protestations weakened with each brutal caress of his hand as he moved it back and forth over her aroused flesh. “There has to be someone else we can