Page 164 of Sinful Blaze

Lovebites, hickeys. Even the necklace he drapes around my neck every morning.

Who said this has to be one-sided?

Not him.

Not me, either.

Old Daphne looks on with shock and horror as I grab Pasha’s tie and pull him in for a searing, possessive kiss. Old Daphne yells at me to act like a lady. Back off. Be the doormat, because that’s familiar and safe.

New Daphne kisses him harder, then shoves him down on his loveseat and climbs onto his lap.

New Daphne rakes her fingers through his hair and holds him in place for another lengthy taste.

New Daphne growls, “Mine.”

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PASHA

It was a good call to have Paris clear my afternoon.

Daphne wasn’t kidding—she was nowhere near done with me.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever.

I’ve also never had a woman literally bring me to my knees and drain my soul from my body the way Daphne just did.

It’s going to be a few solid minutes before I’ll be able to move again. My hands rest on her belly as we catch our breaths together, curled up in a tangle of limbs. As I look around the office, I can’t help but feel an immense swell of pride in my chest.

She took me on the loveseat. Wild, hungry, screaming her release as she rode me without a single inhibition.

I took her on my desk. If it weren’t for the baby, I’d have bent her over it, but we accommodated. It was just as delicious tugging her hair back to watch her face while she orgasms, our gazes locked, as it would’ve been from behind her.

At one point, I even had her pressed against the door while I made love to her pussy with my tongue. I didn’t let up until she became a sobbing mess and begged me to give her what she really needed.

And that’s how we ended up in this chair, Daphne riding my dick in reverse cowgirl, taking my spanks on her ass with pleas for more.

She purrs contentedly in my arms and nuzzles my neck. “I really hope I didn’t mess up your schedule.”

I’d laugh if I had the energy. “My choices today were to suffer through mindless, bureaucratic bullshit with a bunch of old bores in suits, or get my balls drained by the goddess carrying my child. I’d say I chose well.”

Daphne giggles. God, I fucking love that sound.

We take our time reassembling ourselves. It’s a lot of playful teasing, stumbling, and light kisses as we try to figure out where my shirt went… where her panties got slingshot to… how did my tie end up there?

“I should probably get going.” Daphne adjusts her necklace and does a quick pat-down over her ears and hands for signs of any missing pieces of jewelry. “Gotta grab a few things for dinner.”

I watch her touch her ring finger, then shrug it off.

She’s definitely missing an important piece of jewelry that needs to be right there.

I’ll fix it soon enough.

I don’t bother buttoning my shirt up the whole way. I can’t, anyway, because I’m missing at least three buttons. I drape my tie around my neck just so I won’t forget it later. “Who’s driving you?”

“Viktor. Damien drove me here, but I told him to go take care of whatever he needed to.” She presses a calming hand to my chest when I stiffen at the thought of her guards leaving her alone. “Easy, tiger. He escorted me inside and didn’t leave until I was with your building’s security. I was in good hands.”

“Fine. But I might have to spank you later, just for worrying me.”

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