Page 58 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DIMITRIOS

This is what I’ve been craving for far too long. Not a lot about us makes sense right now. She’s only twenty-five, fifteen years younger than me. She’s my assistant. The whole cheating thing is hanging over my head, reminding me I’m the type of person she hates. But none of that matters right now because when we’re together—especially when I am balls deep inside of her—everything feels right in the world.

“Oh my god, D…” she pants as my body crashes into hers from behind.

“Tell me, Chloe. Does it feel good?”

“If feels… So. Fucking. Good.”

“Are you afraid? Do you want me to stop fucking you up against the window?” I goad her.

“No, god. No, please don’t stop, D.”

I drill into her harder until we’re both about to come, and that’s when I stop. I don’t want this to end yet.

“No,” she whines when I pull out of her.

“Don’t worry, théa, I’m far from done with you,” I whisper into her ear.

Taking her by the hand, I lead her over to the sofa. Helping her up onto the back of it, I lay her down across the thick stretch of black leather, just like I did in Greece. I want to bring some of that night back to us, here and now. I push through her but don’t move yet. I want to keep her on the brink until I start moving inside of her again. Then I look down at her, and I utter the same words I did that evening.

“I théa mou einai akoma pio omorfi apo oti boursa pote na fadasto.”

Her pupils dilate as I slowly circle my hips, wiggling myself inside of her.

“Do you remember me saying that to you that night in Greece, théa?”

Nodding her head, it makes me happy that she can recall the events of that night as well as I can.

“My goddess is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. It was true then, and it’s even more true now. I didn’t think you’d ever look more striking than you did that night, but there isn’t a dress in this world that can hold a candle to the sight of you naked and laid out for me to devour.”

“Devour me, D,” she pleads in a voice strangled by lust.

I pull back and thrust deep inside of her again, forcing a pleasurable cry from her lips. Harder and harder, I drill into her. I plan to make love to her tonight, but right now? This is about reclaiming what I lost, marking her as my own, and reminding her of everything she left behind in the hope she’ll never want to leave me again.

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“How are your drunken noodles?” I ask her.

We’re lounging on a blanket on the floor in front of the main window in my great room—the same window I fucked her up against. After we both came, I took Chloe into the shower in my room, and we cleaned one another off. I called Ivan and had him pick up some things she will need while she’s here. Toothbrush, toothpaste… more underwear for me to rip from her body.

I also called over to Bloomingdales and requested they send over a couple casual outfits for her to wear. Not while she’s here, of course—I’m thinking of instituting a no-clothing rule—but she will need something to travel home in.

“So good, I’m famished.” She smiles at me, and my entire body warms in the heat of her stare. “How is your pho? I’ve never had that before.”

“Why don’t you come over here and have a taste?”

She doesn’t miss a beat—or my lewd innuendo—and her reaction to my indecent proposal couldn’t be more arousing. My cock jumps to attention beneath my black boxer briefs as she pulls herself up onto all fours and crawls the short distance to where I’m sitting.

She insisted on wearing one of my dress shirts when we got out of the shower, despite my objection. I have to say, though, the way it came down just to the curve of her ass once she put it on is pure perfection. She only has a couple of buttons secured in place, and as gravity grips the fabric and pulls it toward the ground, I can see all the way through her cleavage to that sweet spot between her legs.

She hits me with a sultry stare as she stalks toward me like a wild animal on the hunt.

“Léaina…” I pant.

“You know, one of these days I’m going to make you translate all of these wonderful things you’re saying to me.”

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