"Where do I come?"
"Inside me." Her voice is wrecked, barely a whisper. "Please, Sir. Inside me."
I thrust in deep one more time and come hard, pulsing inside her, filling her. The orgasm rolls through me in waves, intense enough that I have to lock my knees to stay upright. I feel myself spilling into her, hot and thick, marking her as mine.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard. She's limp against me, supported only by my arm around her waist and my cock still inside her.
I ease out slowly, watch my cum start to leak out of her. She's boneless, completely spent. Her skin is flushed, sweaty. There are red marks on her hips from my grip. Her hair is a mess from my hands. My cum is dripping down her thighs. She's never looked more beautiful.
I scoop her up, carry her to my bedroom. She doesn't protest, just lets her head rest against my chest. I set her on the bed long enough to start the shower, then carry her into the bathroom.
The water runs warm. I step in with her, support her weight while I clean her gently. Wash the sweat and cum from her skin,work shampoo through her hair with careful fingers. She leans into me, eyes closed, trusting me completely.
When we're both clean, I turn off the water and dry her off with slow, gentle movements. Then I carry her back to bed, pull the covers over us both.
She curls into my side immediately, head on my chest, breathing steady.
I press a kiss to her hair, stroke her back in long, soothing motions.
"Better?" I ask after a while.
"Yes." Her voice is soft and calm. "My head's finally quiet."
"Good."
She's quiet for another moment. Then: "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For knowing what I needed."
I press a kiss to her hair.
We stay like that for a while longer. Then Simone shifts, sits up slightly.
"I need to finish preparing for the board meeting."
"Tomorrow. Tonight you rest."
"Luc—"
"Tomorrow," I repeat. "You're not in the right headspace to work on strategy tonight. Get some sleep. We'll tackle the board prep in the morning."
She doesn't argue. Just nods.
The next morning, we work on her speech for the board confrontation. Henry joins us via video call, offering legal perspective. Margot checks in with updates on Dominion's crisis management.
But the core of the speech comes from Simone.
"I'm not defending my choices," she says, typing on her laptop. "I'm not explaining or justifying. I'm owning them."
"Good," Henry says from the screen. "Confidence, not apology."
Writing continues. By afternoon, she has something solid. A statement that acknowledges what happened, refuses to be ashamed, makes it clear she's not stepping down.
"They can't force me out," she says, reading through the draft. "Question is whether they want to keep fighting or accept I'm staying."
"Some will keep fighting," I say.
