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“Tomorrow. Eight.” Her words come out strained.

“That’s my good girl.” I fill her up completely, silencing her cries with a kiss as I do long, deep strokes that rub over every sensitive spot inside her.

Her eyes are closed, lips parted, small pants and moans escaping with each thrust. She’s fucking gorgeous like this. Only one thing is missing.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused.

“Don’t ever avoid me again.” My fingers dig into the sides of her neck, holding her steady as I fuck her harder, faster, making her cry out.

“That’s it. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

“Please, Connor…”

My name on her lips sends a spike of possessiveness through me. I grab her thigh, hooking her leg over my shoulder to drive deeper into her.

Her legs tremble, and I grin, biting at her calf. “Come for me, Blue. I want to feel you come apart around my cock.”

She shudders, inner walls starting to flutter and clench sporadically. I slide a hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles over it in time with my thrusts.

“Connor.” With a long wail, her orgasm crashes over her, cunt spasming and clamping down on my cock. I groan at the sensation, covering her body with mine as she milks every drop of cum out of me.

“Connor?”

I prop myself up to meet her beautiful eyes.

Those big blue pools of innocence clouded with confusion and lust.

Is she caving in again? Hell, maybe she will tell me off for good tonight.

Mary moves her bound hands between us and cups my cheeks, drawing me in for another kiss.

Slow and sweet. Exploring rather than claiming.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have compared you to them, and I shouldn’t have lashed out like that.”

I brush my lips over hers. “It’s forgotten.”

“Thank you.”

Chapter 18

Mary

I slam the phone down and exhale slowly. Find your middle. Another call about the VIP group arriving today. Pure chaos seems to surround me, and all I want is a moment of peace. My heart races from the stress while my eyes dart around the busy office.

Rubbing my temples, I steel myself and head to the booking apartment.

“Did you print the attendee list again?” My eyes scan the counter, searching for the welcome folder. Karen was supposed to prepare it, but of course she forgot. “And find the folder for the penthouse guests.”

Erik ducks into the back room. I sigh, glancing at my watch. Two hours until check-in and still so much to oversee. The VIPs will be here any minute, and—

Erik emerges with two folders and a printed list. “Here you are, Mary.”

I snatch them from his hands. “Thank you.”

With folders clutched to my chest, I rush toward the elevator. As I step inside, I collide with a solid wall of muscle, and the folders tumble to the ground, papers scattering everywhere.

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