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The door bursts open. My secretary walks in, a file in her hand. She freezes, mouth agape, shock etched across her face as she sees us.
Arie tries to pull away, shame or maybe arousal, coloring her cheeks in a way that only makes her more beautiful. But I hold her still, never breaking rhythm.
Her pussy tightens around me, as if she secretly enjoys being watched. But I don’t like to share. Not even the view. “Get out,” I bark.
I plan on firing her after this. That jolts her. She stumbles back, nearly tripping in her stiletto heels, then slams the door behind her.
I’m ready to burst at any moment. My hand finds her clit, and I strum it relentlessly. “Cum for me, kitten.”
She tightens around me so intensely it’s like I’m seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Then she releases, soaking me as she collapses onto the table. I give her a few punishing strokes before I finally let go, spilling deep inside her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ariel
Ibarely feel his cum filling me, I’m far too tired. I know this is just mindless fucking, like all the rest.
But with every thrust of his cock, it feels like my heart is being fucked—broken. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, and it doesn’t look like I have much time left.
He already knows about Dr. Eli; it’s only a matter of time before he finds out about Noah. I’ve thought about moving to another town, about switching— Noah’s hospital. But he’s in good hands with Dr. Eli, and I don’t want to change that.
I’m tired of running. Tired of being afraid—of Claudia, of what she might do to my son, to me, if she finds out I’m with her son—again. Now that I know what they’re capable of, the fear only grows.
As he pulls away, I feel the aftermath and realize just how vulnerable I must look. I feel like a mess inside and out. Then something gentle presses against me.
I glance back and see Luca. He’s using his tie, his expensive, designer tie to clean me up. He’s quiet, focused, and there’s a strange tenderness in the act.
The fabric gently brushes against my overly sensitive clit, and I had to bite my lip to prevent a moan from slipping past my lips. When he’s done, he folds the tie neatly and tucks it back into his pocket.
He grips my waist, helping me off the table. I don’t understand why he’s being this gentle, he should’ve just left me there like last time at is office.
He turns me to face him and adjusts my skirt, smoothing it back down to my mid-thighs. Then his hands move to my chest, carefully tucking my breasts back into my bra.
I wince inwardly as the sensitive skin rubs against the fabric. He tries to fix my shirt next, but with most of the buttons lying somewhere on the floor, I doubt it’s going to be much of a fix unless he’s hiding a needle and thread somewhere in the boardroom.
Then he shrugs off his suit jacket and holds it open for me to wear. It drowns me. I look like I’ve been tossed into a sack of potatoes.
I can’t even see my hands through the sleeves. If he didn’t have such a serious look on his face, I might have laughed, flapping my arms around just to tease him.
Instead, he folds the sleeves neatly up to my wrists, then does the same to the other side. He steps back, folds his arms, his muscles tensing beneath his shirt and looks me over.
“Perfect. I tend to forget how dainty you are sometimes.”
I want to give him a tart reply, something with bite. But I keep quiet. He’s in a somewhat good mood, and I don’t want to push him. I want to ask him what he plans to do with Dr. Eli, but I can’t find the words to say it.
“If you don’t need me for anything else around the office, I’d like your permission to go home early.” I think he’s going to refuse, but he just nods.
“I’ll call my driver to take you home.”
His driver? I’ve never seen him with one. He always drives himself at least, every time I’ve seen him.
“No… I’ll take a cab.”
He gives me a look that makes it clear this isn’t a negotiation.
“Okay,” I murmur, my voice sounding small to my own ears.
He steps closer, his hands smoothing over the front of my suit like he’s adjusting some invisible winkle, though there’s nothing out of place. Then his hands move to my waist.
