Page 120 of Corrupt Me

Putting my new friend on the desk, I realize I am not jealous of it anymore. It’s a device, and she craves my cock. Maybe I’m not a complete basket case after all. I focus on what a good helper it is to coax all the pleasure out of my woman and drive her mad.

I kiss along her nape, nibble along her shoulders, and suck gently as I come down from my high. My cock slips out of her, and dropping on my knees, I watch my cum and her juices trailing down her thighs. With my thumb, I gather them and push the sticky liquid back inside of her where it belongs.

She spins around, supporting herself with her palms on her desk. Trailing kisses up her leg, I stop at her round, perky ass. I bite into each cheek and soothe the marks with my tongue before I stand up and nuzzle her neck.

“I don’t think I can stand on my own.”

My lips twitch into a satisfied smirk. “You don’t have to because I am here to carry you.”

“Such a gentleman after you fucked the soul out of me.”

Chuckling, I gather her in my arms and walk into the bathroom. I place her down gently and move to turn on the faucet in the tub.

She gasps once she sees her reflection—all the hickeys I placed on her neck and chest are on display. When she turns around, she sees two more on her ass.

I grin while she shakes her head at me, but it’s only warmth I detect in her eyes.

“So proud of your handiwork.”

“Of course, your body is my canvas, love.”

I slip into the tub and stretch my arm out for her. She takes it and rests her back against my chest, a satisfied sound purring out of her.

I take the pouf, dip it into the water, and wash her. While I love fucking her, I love tending to her even more. Never did I think I would experience something like this—this sweet solace and all this incredible intimacy.

She turns and rests her chin on my chest, tracing a finger along my jaw. “What I feel for you, I can’t even describe…”

I love how honest she is, how refreshingly pure she is. Nothing could sully that goodness in her. I never stood a chance against her.

She closes her eyes, exhaling a contented sigh, and I place a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Let me wash you before you fall asleep on me.”

“Let’s sleep here,” she says, sounding tired.

Quickly, I wash her and then myself.

Once I place her in bed, she falls asleep immediately, murmuring my name. That does things to me—like I could start levitating at any moment because that’s how light she makes me feel.

With her in my arms, I pull her to my side and close my eyes, following her into slumber. I’d follow her to the end of the known universe and beyond.

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The sun streams through the windows, and I grunt, hating that I forgot to pull the curtains. I roll out of bed to close them, so Bailey can sleep a while longer. Right then, my phone vibrates, making her stir in her sleep.

I am about to shut it off when I notice my father calling.

“One second,” I whisper, tiptoeing outside, pulling my jeans up.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asks, caution lacing his voice.

“Yeah, my wake up plan for today,” I groan. I had plans, and those included having my breakfast in bed by eating her out. But if I make this quick, I still can do that. My body burns with the possibilities.

“We need to talk,” he says solemnly.

We knew the girls were planning something, but after we went to the estate in search of them, my father insisted on talking to me. Apparently, Mia’s behavior had set off his alarms. I quickly told him what had happened to me while I checked Bailey’s tracking device. Once I saw it was up in the sky, I promised to talk to him once I returned. Then, I hurried to the guys and hopped on the private jet.

My past and Alice are the fucking last thing I’d like to discuss today, but I can’t avoid that talk forever.

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