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He kisses me, his tongue sending tingles down my spine. “I won’t let anything hurt you,” he says huskily. “The entire club down there, all those so-called important people. They’re nothing compared to the woman standing above them all. My perfect fucking woman.”
“I’m—not—your—woman,” I moan as he kisses down my neck.
“You are for now,” he groans.
He places me on the floor, takes my shoulders, and spins me around. I arch my back and push my ass against his crotch. He stares down in disbelief, his eyes manic with focus and excitement. I’ve never felt more wanted by a man, and definitely not a man like Nikolai.
“I want you right here, like this,” he says, growling. “That fucking ass…”
“What are you waiting for?” I moan. “But you need prot—”
He winks, patting his pocket. “I’ve seen you making eyes at me, Serena.”
“You wish,” I say, then trail off into a whimper when he takes my dress and lifts the skirt. His hand brushes over my panties, finding the wetness, the warmth.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls. “Fucking ready for me.”
He pulls down my underwear. I look down at the club, at the dancers, the champagne, the luxury. My core is on fire, my clit aching sensitively.
“Are you sure this will hold?” I ask, bracing my hands against the glass.
He nods, unbuckling his belt.
“And don’t change it like you did for your little PR stunt.”
Nikolai chuckles, but his tone is dark. “Serena, if another man saw you like this, I’d tear out his goddamn eyes.”
“That sort of stuff doesn’t impress me,” I whisper.
He frees himself, huge and hard, glistening with precome at the tip. I stare, twisted around, my legs trembling as he takes out a condom and slowly rolls it onto his long thick cock.
“It’s a fact,” he says fiercely. “This hot, wet pussy is just for me. And seeing you finally let go, Serena, that’s all mine.”
He wraps one hand around me, holding my upper thigh, and uses the other to guide his cock to my entrance. I gasp as my folds spread apart and welcome him into me, heat flowing, wetness pulsing. I expected some awkwardness, some pain with how big he is, but the stretch feels so good.
I need this. I want this. I want to be his. I want to belong to him. I want to finally let myself go.
I push against the glass, sinking back against him, my eyes closed as hot red pleasure fills the darkness of my eyelids. He groans as he slides deeper. I’m so filled, so close to him. His moans of feral hunger add to the overwhelming feeling of rightness. Of needing this.
“You’re—fucking—perfect,” he snarls, sliding out and then pushing back in. I move in time with him, taking it slow for now. “Better than any woman in this club, in this city, in the whole damn country.”
His words flood me with more and more pleasure. I never knew sex could feel so good. His cock burning deliciously with each thrust, slipping in and out as if we were made for each other. I turn and face him to see the wild, manic focus in his eyes, that smirk turned just so, just for me.
He meets my eye, picking up the pace. I moan and drive against him. Faster. Harder. Deeper.
Filthy noises fill the office. That just makes it hotter. I didn’t plan on having sex in his office today. It’s wrong. I’m working. I’m blurring my own boundaries.
And somehow, that just makes it all so, so much hotter.
He reaches around, finding my clit, rubbing it at the same time as our rhythm picks up. I push back against him, biting down so I don’t cry out too loudly. He’s making noises of pure hunger that push me closer and closer to the edge.
The friction against my clit is unbelievable. I squeeze my legs together and feel my walls squeezing his cock. He groans in disbelief, like he can’t fathom how good I feel, and that just makes everything in me sing. My toes curl, and I claw against the glass as the orgasm seizes me.
I get flashes of below, the club, the lights, and the dancers. Then I twist and watch Nikolai, his tatted hand resting on my ass, his face contorted in release. He looks up and finds my eye as we come together.
The moment lasts a beautiful lifetime.
Then reality crashes in.
