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I don't know what to say or what I'm begging for, but I know it's too intense for me to handle. Suddenly, whatever was left of my self-restraint dissipates, and I find myself parting my legs, giving him more space.

Suddenly, I feel his tongue in me, and his finger taps against my clit in circular motions, jolting my body to buck. I begin to understand what he meant by "so much more." My heart pounds like never before, my breaths come shallow and ragged and I feel my body reaching the precipice of something I have not experienced.

“Lev,” I moan. “Oh my god, Lev.”

In this instant, he presses his finger harder against my clit and curves his tongue. I feel my wetness dripping down my legs, and this one spot deep inside my pussy begins to thrum like a dam prepared to overflow.

“Lev, I—”

Before I can even finish, he picks up the pace. It’s so unexpected, so final, and so damn delicious that it pushes me over the edge. I feel the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. I can’t help but scream, and slam my hand shut over my mouth so no one can hear me. Lev holds my thighs tight, his grip firm and reassuring as I convulse over him. Slowly, my body relaxes, and I realize that I’m still panting heavily, my heart still racing.

He pulls out from under my dress and looks up at me reverently as he rises to his feet. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched on his face.

I nod, smiling slightly. “I’ve never been better,” I admit, still breathless.

“Good,” he tells me, leaning forward and kissing me on the forehead. He then leans down again and gently slides on my panties for me while I still lean back against the shelf. The whole time, all I can think is: What the hell just happened?

One minute, Lev’s punching a guy who asked me out, and the next? He’s under my dress…

Chapter 11 - Lev

I sit in the living room, eyes tracing Pippa's every movement as she cleans the house. As she bends down to vacuum, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage, I shift in my seat.

"Enjoying the show?"

My eyes snap up to meet hers, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Just making sure my maid is doing her job properly."

Pippa snorts, not bothering to hide her eye roll. "I'm not your maid, Idiot. In case you've forgotten, you kidnapped me."

"My apologies." I grin, unrepentant. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Let me go?" she suggests dryly.

I tsk. "Now, where would the fun in that be?"

Pippa huffs in exasperation and turns around to vacuum the shelves, tiptoeing to reach the top ones. When she arches her toes, I can see the finer contours of her ass, and instantly, a strong wave of desire hits my cock.

I suppress a groan as I watch her in those jeans and a shirt, imagining how she’d look in a skimpy maid’s outfit. I close my eyes for a few seconds, thinking of her in a half-sleeved white, low-cut button-down top barely containing her ample breasts, tucked into a skirt hardly covering that luscious ass.

I think of her in my office, cleaning while I work. She’s bent over before me, vacuuming the carpet. I look up, and she’s staring right at me. Our breaths catch a moment, and slowly, she turns around and bends lower, her skirt inching up her thighs, almost threatening to reveal her juicy ass.

I hold her tight, not letting her escape. I trace my hand down her spine, feeling the curve of her body under the thin material of her shirt. I kiss the back of her neck, tugging her hair to the side, exposing her neck.

“You’re not letting me work,” Pippa would admonish, her voice breathy yet pulsing with desire.

“Oh really?” I whisper, grazing my teeth against her neck just enough to make her gasp. "I think I can make it worth your while."

She tries to push me away, but I hold her tighter, my erection straining against my pants as I thrust against her. My hands roam her body, exploring every curve and angle, tugging at her shirt, wanting to see more skin.

"You're such a tease," I’d mutter, feeling her tremble under my touch. "I just want to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me,” she would challenge me.

In one swift motion, I turn her toward the desk, gently slamming her face down on it. Her legs are parted on the ground, exposed to me. I glide my hands up her skirt and rip down her panties, pulling out my cock.

I lean forward over her to trail my lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking, marking what's mine. "You drive me fucking crazy."

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