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My boss’ door.

The one who I begged to fuck me until I changed my mind—god,now look at me.

I must be unwell. I must be losing my mind.

My core squeezes even harder at the thought, and now I’m positive I hear him moan as his head falls against my shoulder, his hips pistoning into me over and over and over. The urgency of what we’re doing is apparent with every wet slide of his cock inside of me, and the melodic moans slipping past my lips.

The climb to my climax is not a slow one, his pelvis grinding on my clit so perfectly, until I come with a sharp cry. My teeth find purchase on his shoulder as I bite hard over the cotton of his shirt. My orgasm is so intense that all I want is to be fucked even harder, longer—to die against this wall so I can haunt these halls and remember for all eternity what it was like to feel this stranger’s cock fuck me senseless.

I need to feel this heavenly pulse of desire reverberate through my body forever.

I try to catch my breath, my teeth still biting hard into his flesh when I hear him let out a low grunt as his cock throbs deep inside of me, coming with sharp slaps of his hips.

Slowly, we both grow still, and I release him, my jaw aching from the exertion, my breathing still ragged and rough. Pulling out of me, his fingers soften against my thighs as he drops me to my feet.

He turns and leans over to reach for my shorts before kneeling in front of me. I can feel his cum dripping down my thigh and my cheeks burn when he slides his gloved hand over my skin, gathering his release with two fingers and pushing it back into my pussy, his thumb grazing my clit in a slowbut possessive manner. I bite down on a quiet whimper but say nothing as I let him help me into my shorts before he straightens back up to his full height.

He offers me his hand, his glove shining with our combined arousal, and I stare at it dumbfoundedly, hating how my rational mind has already crawled back to shame me.

Finally, I place my hand in his, and he leads me to my room door. It’s unlocked, and I don’t even bother questioning why that is. I let go of his hand and step inside. I turn around to face him, my mouth open as if I have anything meaningful to say, but the door shuts softly with asnick,and I’m left alone in my room once again.

Chapter 11

Hazel

I findMaeve in the quiet hotel restaurant, staring out the window, her attention seemingly far, far away from here. Her hand is loosely curled around a cup of coffee, the other propping up her chin.

Even when I’ve stepped up to her table, she doesn’t react or indicate that she’s noticed me standing there. I clear my throat, now feeling awkward and slightly foolish.

At the sound, her eyes slowly slide to meet mine, her expression passive and vaguely morose. I wait for her to say something, but her mouth stays shut, staring at me.

I wave my hand at the empty seat in front of her. “May I?”

She nods.

I sit.

We haven’t talked since we almost?—

That was two nights ago. And aside from watching her through the mirror yesterday morning, she seems to have evaded me until now.

We still have so much to discuss.

Letting her other arm fall, she tightens both hands around her cup of coffee, staring into it as if it’s some kind of wishing well.

“Sleep okay?” I ask, the placidity of my question grating even to my ears.

Her expression falters, and she swallows hard before lifting her gaze, the dark circles under her narrowed eyes almost purple in color. “Didyou?”

I cant my head before speaking, her accusing tone confusing me. “... Meaning?”

I watch a string of emotions filter over her face. Anger. Fear. Distress. Pain … Shame? Until she smooths her expression into something much less severe. Shaking her head, she leans into the booth behind her, her fingers now fidgeting on her lap.

“Never mind,” she mutters, then goes quiet, her attention returning to the window.

Her temperament makes me nervous as if I’m missing a key detail as to why she’s acting so shifty. Drumming my fingers on the table while I mull it over, I say, “We should talk about what happened.”

Her eyes flick back to mine, and she curls into herself as if embarrassed.

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