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“Do your nipples poke out like that normally, or is it only when I’m around?”

With a scoff, she pulled him inside and closed the door. “Can we not discuss my nipples in the hallway?”

“Fine with me,” he said, and pushed her against the coats while he touched her spot and sniffed her neck. Huey started barking from the balcony. “Mmm. Dirty girl.”

“Stop... stop... st-ahhh.” She pushed him to arm’s length and he snickered at her. “This isn’t a joke. You have to go!”

“We’ve got seventeen minutes.”

“It could be less, I don’t know!” He licked her armpit. “You’re disgusting, god, will you stop?”

“No,” he said, moved down her body and inhaled heartily at her crotch. Then he sucked her pussy through the briefs, pulled them down to her knees and tongued her.

“Ah!” Okay, okay, stop. Seriously, this is so — hunh...”

He slung one of her feet over his shoulder and went to town.

“Y—eauh!” Words turning into grunts and then moans, she dug her socked toes into his back, grabbed his head and humped his face.

Race against time, race against time, oh god, oh god...

He stuck a thumb into her ass and rubbed her spot and she was as good as done. Trembling, eyes rolling up in ecstasy, she bit back a yelp and gushed into his mouth.

Sever stood up to give her a rough, heady kiss, then spun her to face the hall mirror. Unzipping his pants, he cupped a hand over her mouth, bent her over and thrust into her. He pulled her by the hair to straighten her up, then lifted her body by the thighs like she had the mass of a throw pillow.

“Wrap your legs around my back,” he said.

She obeyed, and his arms encircled her waist, clutching her tight.

“Pull up your shirt,” he said, fucking her fast and deep. “Show Daddy your tits.”

She shut her eyes, then lifted her shirt.

“Look at me.”

Their eyes met in the mirror.

His hot, predatory stare and his ragged breath and the Daddy talk would have gotten her off again if they’d had another five, ten minutes to spare. But they didn’t, and she was terrified of being caught, so she said, “Come inside me, Daddy.”

This worked for him. Really well.

Face contorting, body spasming, he held her fast as he filled her up.

When it was over, he gave her neck a squeeze and whispered, “Dirty hair, ugly socks, I don’t bloody care. I want you always.”

While she dealt with that declaration, he pressed something into her hand, closed her fingers over it, and kissed her cheek.

“I won’t take it back,” he said.

A small ribboned box.

By the time it registered that he’d given her a gift, he was gone.

The perfume. It had to be the perfume. Which she would never ever wear. She would sooner smash it, or sell it on eBay and send the proceeds to Sever’s most hated charity...

Only it wasn’t perfume. It was a stunning gold Cartier watch, lined with diamonds.

Underneath it was a handwritten note:

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