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His hands swiftly undo his belt all while he keeps his lips glued to mine. The hem of my dress is immediately pushed higher as he brings my core closer to him. He slips his hand between us and runs a finger over my clit eliciting a squeal from me.

“So fucking wet.” He breaks the kiss to whisper and looks down at the point where our bodies are about to join and become one.

Lining up the tip of his cock with my entrance he plunges into me until he’s balls deep. He lets out a groan still staring down at us.

“Lay down.” His eyes flash back up to me as he orders.

Without a second thought I’m laying down in between all the papers on his desk and then Ambrose is thrusting himself into me.

“Oh fuck Ambrose.” I groan out as he pushes deeper into me than he could on the canvas that night.

He lifts my one leg so that it hangs over his shoulder. The angle allows him to plunge in deeper. As he draws himself out his large hand comes to rest on my lower stomach and I look up at him confused, until he presses down and slides back in.

The moan I let out is broken as my brain tries to comprehend how it’s possible to feel so much pleasure all at once. His tip brushes against a sensitive part deep within me and I practically cry out as I scrunch my eye shut. Both my hands gripping the forearm of the hand pressing onto my stomach.

“Open your eyes, Valerie.” His voice is clear and if I couldn't feel his dick inside me I’d think we were having a normal conversation.

His thumb rubs down onto my clit and my eyes fly open and I strain against his arm, trying to slip out of his grasp as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

“Nope,” he scolds, eyes holding eye contact with mine. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The pace this man sets after the words leave his lips is damn near animalistic. He’s purposely driving up to meet the spot where his hand is applying pressure and the thumb on my clit only drags everything out as it moves in slow, gentle circles.

“Shit, I'm going to…” I breathe out.

“I know,” he says through a smirk and I assume it’s from the way I’m so desperately clenching around him. In one swift move, he grabs both my arms and throws them around his neck bringing my body back up to his. As his lips crash into mine, my orgasm rips through me and I can barely breathe let alone think as I hear the sound of faint knocking. I assume it to be Ambrose’s thrusts and push it to the back of my mind.

His thrusts stutter a few moments later as he releases inside me, filling me up with his warm cum.

“Here,” he says, handing me a box of tissues to clean myself up while he tucks his dick back in his pants.

I hop up and straighten myself out, Ambrose is still staring at me lazily and what I wouldn't give to be able to just hop into a shower with him right now.

“Could you head over to Kaia's studio with Augustus and collect the clothes for the dinner?” he asks and I can’t help but smile brightly at the mention of getting to spend time with Gus.

“I’d love to, I haven’t seen Gus in so long,” I jump immediately running to get my phone and call Gus.

“You may have to fit a few things on to make sure it’s good, she’s made stuff for us before so she’s got our sizing down. Bring me whatever is the matching option for your dress.” He says but I’m already lost in my world of getting to see Augustus.

Chapter forty-five

Valerie

The elevator dings drawing my attention up, Augustus strolls through the doors wearing a black puffer jacket over a plain t-shirt, along with black jeans and green Converse. A black beanie decorates the top of his head and the resemblance to Adriano is so uncanny you would swear they were identical twins. He looks almost normal as he steps in with a broad smile on his face.

I swallow my thoughts when I realise every item he is wearing is branded, ranging from The North Face to Prada.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me tell Ambrose I’m leaving,” I say and he nods leaning against my desk. “We’re leaving,” I say, popping my head into Ambrose’s office.

“Send me pictures of you trying on the dresses,” he says, a bit of mischief hidden behind his words, “and tell my brother to make sure nothing happens to you.”

When I get back to my desk, Gus is looking down at his phone with a broad smile gracing his lips.

I raise a brow at the emotion running across his face. “I’m ready,” I say aloud and watch as Augustus' smile drops as he nods and heads towards the elevator.

“So, how have you been?” I ask as we get into the car. The interior is a lot different to Ambrose's car. It’s a deep midnight blue and the roof is decorated with tiny lights that give the illusion of stars.

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