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When we tip over the edge, bliss shatters around us, sending us flying. My eyes lose focus, but I don’t tear my eyes away from watching the way Oaklynn’s face becomes awash of pleasure from her orgasm. Her channel pulses while the muscles of her body are strung tight.

I fuck her through it but know keeping control is a losing battle.

Thrusting three more times, I bury myself to the hilt inside of her and roar out her name. Every jet of cum borders on the verge of painful, that’s how hard I come. We’re both frozen in the sensation until it ebbs.

Slumping over her body, my lips find the sensitive flesh of her neck. I kiss her there, whispering words I’m not even aware of but it doesn’t even bother me. How could it when I have our woman underneath me and her limbs are wrapped around me like she’s never letting me go?

CHAPTER 14

HUCK

Maxim is scowling. Actually, he’s mostly pouting. It would be amusing if it weren’t so annoying. He’s a grown ass man acting like a child and I can tell that Kirill is about to lose all of the good mood he gained by burying himself in our woman last night because of his brother.

“If one of you steals alone time with our woman, again, before me then I’m going to shoot you,” Maxim’s voice is threatening, but there’s also a thread of a whine there that has me smirking.

“Maxim,” Kirill’s tone holds a warning, one I’m sure won’t be heeded, “you’ll get your time with our woman.

“I fucking better get my time with her,” Maxim grumbles. “Even now, Baker is having more alone time with her. Who the fuck knows what they’re doing right now. I barely got any time with her because I didn’t want to overwhelm her since I was taking her to her new home. A home she’s sharing with four men. I was thinking about her and putting her first, but my dick doesn’t know that.”

I bark out a laugh, tempted to bring up how good her lips felt wrapped around my dick yesterday. As if Kirill knows what I’m thinking he looks at me and smirks but also shakes his head slightly. My shoulders sag because, yeah, bringing it up nowwould not be a good idea.

Maxim is volatile and when that happens blood is usually spilled. Or at least some fits fly.

Today is not the day for that. Not when we’re putting in motion our plan to ensure our woman remains ours and that her father can never touch her again.

“I doubt they’re doing anything all that exciting,” I point out to Maxim, trying to calm him down. “Baker wouldn’t put our woman in that kind of situation, not with his team so close as they watch the monitors.”

Maxim glares at me but concedes with a nod of his head.

Just as Kirill opens his mouth, probably to redirect his brother back to what is important, Richard Chambers, the door opens, and Betty walks in with a cloud of sickly-sweet perfume and an air of desperation around her. Maxim covers his mouth to hide the shit eating grin on his face and looks away from the scene.

Betty freezes for a moment and looks around the room. I’m not sure what she’s expecting to see, but the fact that Oaklynn isn’t in the office even though she came with us today to work, has Betty straightening her shoulders. The look of triumph on her face makes me narrow my eyes at the woman and her fucking audacity.

This is far from the first time Betty has burst into Kirill’s office who has slowly been losing control of his anger. It is obvious Betty has no sense of self-preservation or else she would be able to feel the danger in the air. Apparently, her need to social climb by using her tits outweighs her need to stay alive.

Stupid fucking woman.

I’d be more pissed than I am if it weren’t so damn entertaining.

Maxim’s eyes are glittering with mischievousness, his complaints about not having enough time with Oaklynn forgotten. At least for now. I’m sure it’s just temporary, but it’s a welcome reprieve.

“Mr. Volkov,” her voice is meant to be seductive but just sounds like she has something stuck in her throat, “can I get you some coffee?” She tilts her head to the side and flutters her eyelashes; it’s comical. “I’m sure you’re in need of a little pick me up.”

Kirill narrows his eyes at the woman. I’m sure he’s noticing the same thing as I am. Betty has undone some more of her buttons to show off her cleavage. The woman wasn’t exactly demure to begin with when we walked into the office this morning, but now she’s skirting the edge of indecent.

I swear when we walked off the elevator this morning, Oaklynn surrounded by all four of her men, smoke started coming out of Betty’s ears. She glared at our woman, but Oaklynn ignored her completely. It was sexy as hell watching our woman dismiss someone so inconsequential even though Betty believes she has a sort of hold over us and it’s just a matter of time before she’s warming one of our beds.

If I wasn’t already infatuated with Oaklynn, the way she just ignored Betty this morning would have pushed me right over the edge.

Sometime between then and now, Betty decided it would be a good idea to push her luck. I almost sigh because this is not going to end well for her. And we have far more important things to do than keep our receptionist in line.

“Betty,” Kirill barks, “do you believe I am a man incapable of communicating to you when I need something?”

Betty pales slightly but doesn’t seem nearly deterred enough. I can see the threat of violence shining in Kirill’s eyes. Maybe she can too and is choosing to ignore it. Or maybe she’s just too blinded by the thought of luxury and being kept.

Not like that would ever happen.

“Of course not,” Betty’s voice is weak as she answers Kirill.

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