Chapter 246
**Sara**
I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the wall. "Seriously? I've been with you all weekend. I just needed a break to celebrate with some people who don't know all my secrets yet."
His fingers continued their tantalizing dance beneath my skirt, but his expression turned playful. "I see how it is. You're just trying to escape your obligations."
"Obligations?" I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Like the bet you lost?"
Tom froze, then laughed. "You mean that ridiculous thing about 30 days without sex? Come on, we both know you don't want that."
I bit my lip, feigning contemplation. "Actually, now that you mention it, it sounds kind of interesting. Watching you squirm for a whole month? Could be fun."
He groaned, his hand pulling away from me as he stepped back. "You're cruel."
"Maybe," I admitted, taking a step forward and closing the distance again. "But I'm also serious. I joined the job, so technically, I won."
Tom crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing me with suspicion. "So you're really going to make me go celibate for a month?"
"Absolutely." I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice.
"And what do I get out of this?" His tone was somewhere between amused and exasperated.
"The satisfaction of knowing you're fulfilling your end of the bet? Plus, you'll get really good at self-control."
He groaned again, running a hand through his hair. "This is going to be torture."
I leaned in closer, whispering against his ear. "But just think of how much sweeter it'll be after 30 days."
"Sweeter?" Tom's hands gripped my waist. "Do you know what I had planned for this week? I was going to tie you up, blindfold you, make you beg for release. Had the ropes picked out and everything. Silk ones that wouldn't leave marks." His fingers traced patterns on my skin. "And that's just the beginning. The things I wanted to do to you..."
"Mmm, sounds like quite the agenda." I pressed my lips to his neck. "All those plans wasted now."
"Wasted because someone had to win a bet." His voice was rough with desire. "Seven days of pure pleasure, down the drain."
I pulled back, giving him a wicked smile. "Well, there's always a way to break the bet. Could make a deal..."
"What kind of deal?" His eyes darkened with interest.
"Oh, I don't know." I traced a finger down his chest. "Maybe some retail therapy? A girl needs a proper wardrobe for her new corporate life. Designer dresses, shoes, maybe some lingerie..."
Tom's laugh was deep and rich. "You want me to buy you clothes in exchange for breaking the bet?"
"Unless you really want to test your self-control for 30 days." I batted my eyelashes innocently. "Your choice."
His hands slid down to cup my ass. "I'll buy you an entire fucking mall if it means I don't have to wait a month to have you."
"Really?" I pressed against him, feeling his hardness through his slacks. "Because honestly, I hadn't planned on keeping that bet anyway. The thought of going without this for 30 days?" I rolled my hips against his. "Pure torture."
"You little minx." His grip tightened. "Playing me like that."
"Consider it payback for all those times you teased me in class." I nipped at his jaw. "Besides, I think we both win this way. You get me, I get clothes, and neither of us has to suffer through a month of celibacy."
"Mmm." Tom's hands slid up my sides, bunching the fabric of my blouse. "You're too smart for your own good, you know that? Here I was, thinking about offering you a car to break this bet."
I pulled back, laughing. "A car? Seriously?"
"Would've been worth it." His fingers traced the outline of my bra through my blouse. "I'm getting quite the discount with just clothes."
"Hey now," I swatted his hand playfully. "I'm not some gold digger after your billions. Just need a few nice things for the office. Two or three outfits, max."
He raised an eyebrow. "Only three? Come on, where's your ambition? Let me get you at least ten. Twenty-even."
"Twenty?" I shook my head, pressing my palms against his chest. "That's ridiculous. I don't need-"
His lips cut off my protest, hot and demanding against mine. For a moment, I forgot what we were even arguing about. Designer clothes? Cars? None of it mattered as his mouth moved against mine, insistent and full of promises.
I kissed him back with equal fervor, my hands tangling in his hair. The feel of his fingers tracing the outline of my bra through my blouse sent a shiver down my spine. I arched into him, wanting more contact, more of everything.
He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips, "You're not getting out of this with just three outfits. Twenty, minimum."
I laughed breathlessly. "Fine, twenty. But if you try to sneak in thirty, I'm putting you on a strict ramen diet for a month."
"Deal," he murmured before capturing my lips again.
His hands slid down my shoulders, pushing off my blazer, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. He pressed against me, the warmth of his palms searing through the thin fabric of my blouse, tracing the curve of my breasts.
I gasped into his mouth, feeling the heat of his touch. "You're not wasting any time, are you?"
"Not a fucking second," he growled, his thumbs circling my nipples, drawing out a moan from deep within me. His lips curved into a smirk against mine. "I've been thinking about this all day. About peeling off that professional facade and making you scream."
"Is that right?" I breathed, my body already responding to his words, his touch. "And what exactly do you plan to do?"
"First, I'm going to lift you onto the kitchen counter." His hands slid down to grip my waist, and before I could react, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing.
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