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He groans behind me, and I moan uncontrollably, my mouth pressed to the glass.
“I had to go to New York to get everything set up at the office, babe,” I explain for what feels like the hundredth time.
I flew to New York and back in record time—on a Hartho jet, obviously—to organize the schedule for me and my team for the next few weeks.
He pulls back just an inch without slowing his pace, and then I feel his hand drift lower before he slowly slips a finger inside my ass. The pain and pleasure combined push me dangerously close to another orgasm.
The moment he feels there’s no resistance left, he starts moving his finger in rhythm with his cock.
“Do you want to come again, pixie?” he asks in that teasing tone.
“Obviously,” I answer through my moans, making him chuckle into my ear.
Immediately, he stops moving and turns me around to face him again.
“You don’t deserve it,” he says once he can look me in the eyes. “You made me live two fucking days without you.”
But instead of answering, I hold his gaze as I seductively sink to my knees in front of him and open my mouth.
“Selene,” he warns, but he doesn’t get the chance to say more.
I take his cock straight down my throat, moving just as fast as he did earlier.
Both his hands tangle in my hair as he guides my head harder and faster. I slide one hand between my legs because I desperately need to come.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he growls deeply.
I seriously hope nothing can be heard through the glass walls of his office. I’d never be able to look the people working here in the eye again if they could hear me.
Ignoring him, I keep rubbing my clit, bringing myself dangerously close as his cock twitches inside my mouth.
He suddenly pulls me back onto my feet and lifts me into his arms again, gripping my ass tightly and creating the most delicious ache before thrusting into me the second my back hits the glass.
“I want to come inside you,” he says, brushing my lips, then kisses me hungrily. “I love your mouth, but I need your pussy.”
He’s pressed fully into me, and every thrust makes his lower abdomen rub over my clit, sending me over the edge without warning.
I bury my hands in his hair and tug hard, surrendering for the second time to the pleasure taking over my body.
“When your pussy pulls me in like that every time you come, it drives me fucking insane, Selene,” he whispers, breathing into my ear as he comes inside me. “And you’re never going anywhere without me again.”
“Oh, really?” I challenge, rolling my hips to keep the friction going.
“I’m dead serious,” he replies, lifting his head to look me in the eyes.
When he realizes I’m still moving into his arms, amusement flashes across his stupidly gorgeous face as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth.
“You want one more, pixie?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, and he starts fucking me all over again.
This is what I call a proper welcome home.
TWENTY-NINE
Zayn
“We organized the hotel rooms for all the partners attending,” Beatrix informs me, checking off one of the tasks on the tablet in front of her. “The jets are prepared too, so everyone arrives on time and leaves according to their schedules and preferences.”
