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Sam plunges into me just as I ask, making me take his full length in one go. I give a shuddering cry and massage him deep inside me, loving how he gets so deep, how he stretches me open. His hands find my hips, steadying me, then he starts fucking me hard, filling the room with the slick sounds of my pussy.

"Ohh god," I moan out, my feet digging into him, urging him deeper. "Harder, fuck me harder! Take me!"

Sam grunts and slaps against me, fucking harder and faster, his fingertips digging into my ass. I feel my body growing tense, the pleasure mounting quickly. There's something about being taken so raw like this. My mind wraps only around the feel of his hard dick pumping into me like a steel pipe.

Sam fucking loves this. So I keep it up.

"Fuck me!" I scream out. "Fill me, fill me up deep inside!"

"You want me to come in you?" he whispers low, impatient for a reply.

I feel him pick up speed and shudder around his length. He wants me to beg for his seed.

I lick my lips.

"I want to feel you fill me up," I say, just as urgent. "I want you to fill me up, give it all to me! Come in me, please."

Sam gasps, and he's gripping me so hard that it hurts. But I love it. And I know he's right on the verge, right about to spill over, spill it all into me.

"Yes, oh fuck!" I scream, clenching around his dick as I come hard, and he's right there with me, grunting and gasping as he empties himself into me.

I take it all, just like I wanted to, my pussy pulsing as the orgasm rips through me. Hurriedly, Sam unties my wrists with one hand, and the moment I'm free, I collapse into his arms, clinging like my life depends on it. I'm so heavy in his arms, and with him still holding me, buried inside deep, I feel like I never want to let go.

CHAPTER 12

Sam

Inever would have thought I'd spend so much time above the city like this, damn near in the clouds. Everywhere I go, I'm looking down at the people leading their shitty little lives.

In control.

Up here, this is where I belong. And to think, my parents left me in that grime down there to die.

Near the end of the work day, I often find myself here, taking time to look back, see how far I've come. Because I've come a long fucking way, further than I thought possible.

And it's all because of Bree.

Why else would I have invested in Companion? I turned their little start-up around, whipped them into shape, molded them to fit my vision, my needs, and made them see things my way. And what a beautiful path it's turned out to be.

Now, I'm sitting on the top floor—corner office, private entrance. I'm the visionary who gets the respect. My opinion is sought after, and as long as I have the right motivation, Ican keep this company profitable, innovative. We're the ones companies are starting to look to, emulate.

I'm the one leading the charge.

And Bree is my motivation.

"Excuse me, sir."

There's a soft rapping at my office door, must be Chelsea. I call for her to come in, and she slips in, inching her head in first, probably making sure I'm not taking a call or otherwise preoccupied. Seeing that I don't have company and I'm not on the phone, she walks toward me—with some effort. Her clothes are tight, limiting her movement, so I just have to watch her slowly approach in a black knee-length skirt and a gray blouse, tucked in. She seems to glide in her black heels.

This is all a part of the show she puts on for me whenever she has business in here.

Right now, she's bringing me a late-afternoon coffee, which she sets on my desk, bending over to do so. The top button of her blouse is undone, so it's impossible to miss the peek at her full breasts.

"Here you are, sir," Chelsea murmurs, fixing me with her bright blue eyes. Her pink lips curve invitingly as I nod at her and reach for the mug.

"Thank you, Chelsea. Take the letters there on the edge of the desk and mail them for me."

Chelsea nods, then flicks her bangs out of her eyes, never looking away from my face. She'd be popular at the underground club, that's for sure.

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