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“Such a shameless slut, my Rose,” I groan in her ear as I pick up my pace. Her juices leaking onto her book. “Naked in my office where anyone could walk in. Getting her pussy fucked. Distracting her husband with soft little cries, begging to come.”

“Nova!”

I circle her clit and drag the edge back to her entrance. I rub harder and faster, mixing a little pain with pleasure. Her hips ride and grind.

“Yeah, keep fucking that pussy. I want that book to smell like your cum, Rose.”

She becomes delirious, head shaking side to side, panting loudly.

“Rub your clit for me.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I reach down and slide three fingers in her wet and empty hole. Shoving the now drenched book aside, I bang her pussy ruthlessly. Slapping my palm down every time until wet noises cut through the air.

Twisting my hand in her hair, I turn her head and lock my lips with hers. I kiss her, swallowing her whimpers and cries. I stroke her G-spot, hard and fast. Mercilessly.

“Come. Now!”

She falls apart, jerking in my arms.

I hold her immobile, fucking her through the climax.

Until her cum soaks my pants.

Chapter Seventy-one

Rosalie

My face is still beet red as I walk down the busy corridor to the employee’s cafeteria.

Splashing it with water didn’t help. Nothing will.

Especially not with the reminder of what Nova did to me in his locked office feeling between my thighs with every step I take. If I close my eyes, I can imagine his fingers inside me, the rough edge rubbing up and down.

He made me come with my own book!

Rubbed it on my pussy like it was a sex toy.

Worse, I came harder than ever. All from the forbidden and naughtiness of it. As soon as I flew back down to earth, he casually put it back on the shelf. I was unable to meet his eyes.

We probably would’ve fucked had his assistant not knocked. I’m pretty sure it was all over my face what we’d been doing after he allowed her inside ten minutes later.

I excused myself quickly.

Nova’s small knowing smirk taunting me all the way.

I’m hoping coffee will help clear the haze so I can remotely function like a normal human being rather than a woman with sex constantly on her mind. He’s turned me into him.

You’re distracting yourself.

The taunting voice pops up and some of the high wears off. I haven’t spent a single moment of last week idly, afraid of being assaulted with the memories of the awful visit with my dad last week. I’m practicing my mom’s mantra.

Living in a delulu land.

Otherwise, guilt will eat me alive. I still haven’t told Nova, and I never will. His temper will make the cursed situation even more hellish. Then there’s the picture I took of his father extorting money.

I’m stuck in a catch twenty-two.

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