Page 41 of Selfish Suit

I do. I watch his fingers disappear between my thighs. Watch my mouth fall open as pleasure takes over.

When he kneels in front of me and pulls my panties down, the image of his dark head between my legs in the reflection is almost too much. He devours me like a man starved—licking, sucking, groaning into me until my knees give out and the only thing holding me up is his mouth and his grip.

“Dominic…” I gasp. “Please…”

“Please what?” His voice is velvet and fire.

“I need you inside me.”

Without a word, he flips me around, bending me over the nearby table. I hear his zipper, hear him unwrapping a condom, feel the hard heat of him press against me.

“Say it again.”

“I need you inside me.”

He slams into me in one deep, punishing thrust, and I cry out. He fucks me hard, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. The mirror shows every roll of his hips, every filthy, wet connection of our bodies.

“You feel that?” he growls in my ear. “That’s what it’s like when someone actually owns you. When it’s real.”

I come hard, crying out his name, legs shaking. He doesn’t stop.

He lifts me, still inside me, and carries me into the bedroom. Lays me down, climbs over me. This time, it’s slower. Deeper.

His hands cup my face, and his eyes never leave mine.

“You’re not leaving,” he whispers. “Not tonight.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He thrusts again, holding me through another orgasm. And when it’s over—when we’re both wrecked and breathless—he wraps me in his arms, still inside me.

“Sleep,” he murmurs.

And this time, I do.

THE INTERN

IVY

Istep into Sutton Headquarters at 4:04 a.m. and pretend I’m a fully functioning human being.

I walk like nothing happened last night, like my mouth wasn’t wrapped around the CEO’s cock and his cock wasn’t deep inside me all night long.

It was just sex, Ivy. It didn’t mean anything…

I settle at my desk outside his office and open my laptop like I’m about to tackle world peace. Instead, I spend the next five minutes trying to remember how to spellbrief.

“You’re two hours early for work today, Miss Locke.” Dominic’s voice cuts through my concentration like a knife. “You left long before I could suggest we come here together. Any reason why?”

He’s standing in his office doorway, perfectly dressed and calm as ever.

“Yes.” I give him a nod. “Lots of final touches on the Skittles campaign.”

“I see.” He smirks. “Would you like to go over them with me?”

“No.” I look away from him. “I would like to only be summoned when you have a real, nonsexual task.”

“Have I ever given you a sexual one?”

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