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“My pleasure,” he murmurs as he pushes down his shorts.

He slides a condom on quickly before sliding inside of me. I groan out loud, loving the feel of him inside me.

“I swear your piercing only makes it better. I feel like it’s hitting my G-spot.”

He chuckles. “Hold on, Ror. I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars.”

He thrusts inside me hard, setting a slow pace at first, but building up. Once he’s pistoning inside me like a damn machine, I feel myself start to climb.

Then he reaches down, pinching my nipples.

“Fuck,” I curse.

He leans down, his lips suctioning to my neck as he fucks me hard, his fingers a vise on my nipples.

I scream out, my pussy clutching him like he’s the only thing keeping her alive.

Maybe he is.

My nails dig into his skin as I roll from one orgasm straight into a second.

Santi grunts, his body going still as he finds his release.

We are panting hard as we stare at one another.

“I fucking love you, Ror.”

I smirk at him. “I love you too.”

* * *

“Are you ready for this?” Ezra asks quietly as we ride up the elevator to the top floor.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I sigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Ezra fidget with his sleeves, making sure he looks just right in his suit. While he’s dressed in a suit with the top buttons undone, I went with a dress shirt and jeans.

The elevator dings, coming to a stop, and we step out in unison. I take the lead and start walking down the hall.

“Sir, sir! You can’t go back there!” the administrative assistant yells.

Ezra grabs my arms and turns around.

“Do you know who he is?” Ezra demands, pointing at me.

“N-no.” She shakes her head.

“I’m Drake Kennedy, as in Mathew Kennedy’s son. My name is on the side of the building,” I say coolly, channeling my inner Ezra.

The assistant blanches, going pale. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Kennedy. Did you schedule an appointment? I don’t have you down.”

“I don’t need one,” I say, turning back around.

Ezra falls into step as he heads down the hall.

“You can’t go in there. Mr. Kennedy is a busy man!” She chases us down. Unfortunately for her, she can’t keep up with us.

At my father’s door, I walk right in, startling him.

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