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I straighten at the mention of Pablo, as he’s one of the men working against Ileana. “Did he mention why he wants the land?”

Damien shakes his head. “No, but he keeps asking for a meeting with you personally, sir. And I know?—”

“Arrange it. I want to hear what he has to say.”

Damien looks shocked that I want to meet with him, as usually I refuse all in person meetings, but he bows his head. “Of course, sir. I’ll send you the details as soon as I have them.”

I glance around the table, seeing no other concerns from my team.

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, this meeting is adjourned,” I say, gathering my notes and standing. The others murmur their goodbyes while I stride out of the boardroom, eager to get back to the privacy of my office.

Sitting down at my desk, I wake my computer from sleep mode, intending to go through some emails and proposals. But I’m distracted again, thinking of the fiery beauty I’ve got waiting for me back home. Unable to resist, I bring up the security feeds from my penthouse.

There’s Blake, making a mess of my kitchen as she attempts to cook something. Flour is dusted across the counter tops, spices litter the floor, and smoke rises from a pan on the stove. She coughs, waving her hand in front of her face. I can’t help but chuckle. She wasn’t lying about being a terrible cook.

Just watching her move around my kitchen so domestically makes my cock stir. I palm my dick through my pants while she struggles to save whatever concoction she’s whipped up. Her brows are furrowed in concentration, lips pursed and sweat glistening on her forehead.

Fuck, she’s sexy even like this.

Unable to take it anymore, I unzip my pants and pull out my rapidly hardening cock. Gripping it firmly, I stroke myself while I watch Blake on the monitor. I groan, imagining her on her knees before me, lips wrapped around my thick cock.

Soon. Soon I’ll have her begging for me like a good little slut.

I can’t stop thinking about her all day, every day. Blake. The little firecracker. She’s gotten off lightly this first week, but that’s all going to change. I may be playing the long game for once, resisting the urge to just take what I want from her, but I can have some fun.

It’s not usual that I care whether or not a girl wants me before I fuck her. But Blake is special. I want her craving my touch so badly that’s she’ll do anything I ask.

I know she’s getting antsy. Bored. She thinks I don’t notice the way her body reacts when I get close to her. The quickening of her breath, the slight flush on her cheeks. She hates how much she wants me already.

It won’t be long. A woman like Blake needs excitement, thrills, pleasure. And I’m the only one who can give her what she truly needs. I’ll push her right to the edge, teasing and tempting until she shatters and submits to me wholly.

I recall how incredible it felt to have on her knees before me with her pretty pink lips wrapped around my throbbing cock. The way she’d looked at me with those gorgeous baby blue eyes.

My dick twitches in my hand, precum dripping down my shaft.

The image of her spread out on my bed, bound and moaning as I explore every inch of her body flashes into my mind. She’s going to love every second when the time comes.

Blake can deny that she wants me all she wants, but I see the truth when she looks at me. In those stunning blue eyes I see a mix of desire and intrigue, and all it would take is one push to unravel her.

My cock swells as I imagine her tight little cunt bouncing up and down my cock, her tits in my face as I suck her nipples into my mouth. What I’d give to have her here right now sitting on my dick in my office, moaning while she rides me.

The thought brings my climax as I shoot my cum across the polished wood of my desk. God. I’ve not masturbated for years. It’s pathetic. I’m thirty-four years old not fourteen.

I sit back in my chair, trying to catch my breath. A sudden knock at my office door forces me to tuck myself back into my pants and quickly wipe up my cum from the desk. “Come in,” I call.

Damien steps inside, looking flustered. “Sir, I apologize for the interruption, but there’s a urgent matter that requires your attention.”

I raise a brow. “What is it?”

“It’s about the Estrada situation. He’s here, sir. Demanding to speak with you immediately.”

My jaw tightens at the audacity. Showing up without an appointment and demanding he be seen immediately is typical Estrada. “Very well. Show him in.”

Damien nods and steps aside, allowing a tall, imposing man to stride into my office. Pablo Estrada.

“Marques,” he greets, his tone clipped.

I lean back in my chair, eyeing him coolly. “Estrada. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Pablo takes a seat across from my desk without invitation. The insolence of this man never ceases to amaze me.

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