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She went back to work, her lips tight and her mouth and throat so fucking warm and inviting I didn’t want to ever leave.

“Sorry?” the man on the phone said.

“Not talking to you,” I ground out. “Yeah, I’ll be there as arranged.”

His silence met me. It was a lot like he knew I wasn’t alone in the office, and I didn’t really care. I wouldn’t have been able to stop even if someone barged in through the door. There was nothing but her.

“I have to go.” I slammed the cell phone down on the desk, and using both hands, guided Lily’s mouth over me, losing all control as I felt my balls draw up, my cock throbbed and bounced on her tongue, swelling and filling her mouth so completely that her lips had to strain to curl around me. No woman, alive or dead, had even made me feel this way.

“I’m going to—” The words barely left my mouth when the first splurt of my seed shot into the back of her throat. It took her by surprise, but she didn’t have the chance to spit it out because more and more filled her mouth and coated her tongue.

“Now, swallow.”

Chapter Twelve

Lily

“Now swallow. “

Daniil’s words echoed through my head, even as my throat convulsed, and I swallowed every drop of him down. My chest heaved, but not for the reasons you would think. It was the way he was looking at me that was causing my shortness of breath.

No man had ever looked at me like that. I felt my skin begin to heat, and the ache between my legs grew to almost unbearable proportions. That has been one of the most exhilarating and sensual moments of my life, and he hadn’t even touched me.

God, I wanted him to touch me, though. I needed him to take the edge off the need that was seeping through my body. The hand he had tangled in my hair turned gentle. He curved it across my cheeks, his fingers sliding through the ruins of my makeup.

“You look beautiful like that, Lily,” he murmured, his voice as gentle as his touch. From my place under his desk, I stared at him, and something inside of me started to warm. This was what being with a real man was like. I hadn’t realized how much Greg had refused to meet my needs until Daniil had taken me into his bed.

I shook the thought away and began to scramble out, but a quick look from him stopped me. I fell back onto my haunches and waited.

“You can come out now,” he ordered, sitting as far as the chair would let him without it falling back. “They have gone.”

Gone? I frowned. What did he mean by gone? It hit me what I had done. Not only had I given him a blow job while he was on his call, but I sucked his dick with an office full of people just one glass wall away.

Shame twisted my gut, shame and a weird sort of thrill.

“Don’t cover yourself just yet,” he ordered when I straightened. I froze with my fingers curved around my breast. “Let me look at you.”

I stood there, my shoes had fallen off sometime ago, so I was barefoot. When he stood, up it just went to prove our height distance. He towered over me. My eyes looked onto the expanse of his wide chest.

“This is how I’ll remember you,” he murmured.

My head shot up. What did he mean by that?

Catching my look, he smiled a very knowing smile. “This image of you,” he continued, his hand sliding under my dishevelled hair. “It’s even better than the ones on that video. Slowly, he lowered his head over mine.

Daniil’s lips were firm but so unbelievably soft. I sighed against him, rising up on tiptoes to throw my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

His tongue wiped against mine. He groaned low and deep in his throat. His hands curved me into him further. My breasts flattened against the muscles of his chest, and the breath left my body as he bent me backwards.

And not once did it feel like I was going to fall. In some weird way, I knew I was safe with him, which was strange because it went against everything I knew about him, even if most of what I knew were rumours. I could one-hundred percent see him being some kind of mob boss, Bratva, or whatever they called themselves.

“Your lips are heaven,” he murmured against my mouth, and I fought the urge to smile. “I need them again soon, but for now,” his hand curved lower to cup my ass and lift me higher. “I think I owe you.”

My knees went weak with the meaning of his words. “Yes, please.” The words had barely left my lips before he had me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself against him. He was already hard again. I could feel him throbbing against my dripping pussy.

Not breaking the kiss, he sat me on the edge of his desk. My ass would leave a print on the pristine glass, but I didn’t really care as long as he kept kissing me like he was.

Is this what you want?” he grinned against my mouth, one hand squeezing my tit, the other sliding the thick head of his cock against my wetness.