She rises from her chair, approaching with deliberate slowness. “Would you prefer my mouth or my pussy?”
The question nearly breaks me. “Pussy,” I manage to say, my voice rougher than intended. “I need to feel you around me.”
Cora nods, slipping her sleep shorts down her legs in one fluid motion. She’s not wearing underwear. The sight of her bare beneath that oversized T-shirt sends blood rushing to my cock.
I push back from the table, pushing down my pants just enough to free myself. Cora climbs onto my lap with practiced ease, facing the table as I guide myself to her entrance.
“Already wet for me,” I observe, sliding into her heat with a controlled thrust.
She settles fully onto me with a small gasp, my cock buried to the hilt. The sensation is exquisite—her warmth enveloping me completely, her weight anchoring me to something beyond betrayal and business calculations.
I pull the laptop closer, cradling Cora against my chest with one arm as I type with my free hand. She remains perfectly still, her inner walls occasionally fluttering around me when I shift.
“I love having you inside me like this,” Cora whispers, her breath warm against my ear. “Feeling you stretch me, fill me completely. Even when we’re not moving.”
My hand pauses over the keyboard. Her words send heat spiraling through me, making it increasingly difficult to focus on security protocols and compromised files.
“You feel fucking perfect,” I murmur, allowing myself to press deeper for just a moment. “So tight around me.”
She sighs contentedly, a small sound that shoots straight to my core. “Keep working,” she encourages, though I feel her inner walls tighten deliberately around me.
“You’re playing with fire,querida.” I manage to type a few more directives to Andrew about changing security codes, but my concentration fractures every time Cora takes a breath, her body shifting subtly on mine.
“What I really want,” I growl into her hair, “is to bend you over this table and fuck you until you scream my name.”
Her pulse quickens—I can feel it where my fingers rest against her hip.
“There’s all the time in the world for that,” she promises, her voice both soothing and teasing. “For now, work. Damage control.”
She reaches for my coffee cup, the movement causing her to shift on my lap. I stifle a groan.
“This isn’t helping my concentration,” I say, though I make no move to lift her from me.
“Consider it motivation,” Cora replies, settling back against my chest. “The sooner you finish...”
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then force my attention back to the screen. The betrayal still burns, but with Cora’s warmth surrounding me, the cold edge of fury has dulled to something more focused, more controlled.
47
LIAM
Iwake to an empty bed and check my watch—4:37 AM. Dom’s side is cold, and Ryder’s still sleeping soundly beside me. After the Hunt roleplay with Cora, we’d all crashed in Dom’s massive bed, but something must have pulled him away.
Padding down the hallway in just my boxers, I follow the soft glow coming from the kitchen. What I find stops me in my tracks.
Dom sits at the kitchen table, laptop open, his face illuminated by the screen’s harsh light. But what catches my attention is Cora—perched on his lap, facing the table, her head nestled against his shoulder, eyes closed. Dom’s arm is wrapped protectively around her waist while his other hand works the keyboard.
“What the hell is going on here?” I ask, voice rough with sleep.
Dom glances up, expression tense. “Julia’s been selling information to Pike. Security footage confirms it—she accessed our home security protocols, client files, everything.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, moving to the coffeemaker. Only then do I really process the tableau before me—how intimately they’re connected.
“Are you two?—”
“She’s warming my cock while I work,” Dom says matter-of-factly. “Said it would motivate me to finish faster.”
I nearly choke on my first sip of coffee. Cora stirs at the sound, her eyelids fluttering open.
