Page 113 of Law Of Love

“Thanks, everyone.” I cleared my throat. “This year has been crazy. I didn’t expect so many people to love my work, but I definitely didn’t do it alone. Abigail.” I gestured towards backstage, where she looked at me with wide eyes, her face turning red before she hesitantly made her way out. “Abigail was the best mentor I could have asked for, and even to date, I still look up to her. If there’s anyone that deserves this award, it’s her.”

She wrapped her arm around my side and gave me a squeeze, and we made our way off stage and lingered at the back of the crowd before Robert announced the bar was open, causing everyone to cheer, the music starting up again. After Abigail engulfed me in a spine-crushing hug , she excused herself to grab a drink, and I beamed as Kaleb and the others approached me.

“No cash prize?” Brent teased, making me roll my eyes as Hannah squished my face.

“I’m so proud of you!”

Kaylee linked her arms through Brent’s, nodding towards the bar. “I say we go and celebrate with shots.”

Kaleb nodded. “We’ll be right there.” He took a few steps towards me as everyone rushed off, and I gulped as his finger found my chin. “I can think of a much better way to celebrate than shots.”

I hummed teasingly. “Oh really? Is that so?”

“I can show you if you’d like?”

“What kind of person would I be to turn down a celebration?”

That was all it took for Kaleb to grip my hand and lead me away from the crowd. We moved through a few double doors until we reached a spiral staircase leading to a small booth right above the stage. A thin layer of glass separated us and the crowd, and I peered through to see our friends cheering as they downed shots, bouncing to the music.

Kaleb trailed his fingers down my cheek, smiling at me and pressing his lips to mine—the kiss desperate and dominant but full of love and passion. Wetness pooled between my legs, and I moaned into his mouth as he began to unbutton my blouse, throwing it to the floor at the same time I dropped my trophy.

His hard cock strained against his jeans as he pushed up against me, and my breath hitched when I felt him grip my hips and spin me around, his hand moving up my back so he could gently push me down, leaving me bent over for him.

“Look at all of them down there,” Kaleb said. “Unknowing that their most prestigious designer is up here about to get fucked until she’s seeing stars.”

I gulped, gasping as he slowly peeled my skirt off me, leaving me in nothing but my lilac lingerie set.

“What would Robert think if he knew about this?” Kaleb bent down and latched his mouth onto my pussy from behind, having moved the fabric of my underwear to the side.

“Shit.” I gripped the metal of the windowpane, my fingernails feeling as if they were about to snap from the force.

“Good girl. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Kaleb’s voice was husky, and I quivered at the tone. He lapped at me, and I pushed myself further against him, indicating I wanted more, causing him to chuckle. “So impatient.”

“Please, Kaleb.”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

The sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open caused my insides to tense in excitement, and a small yelp escaped my mouth when I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance. Before I could beg him to hurry, he slammed into me, gripping my hips harshly.

“Getting fucked at a work party—it’s very unprofessional of you.” Kaleb scolded. “But the fact that you wore this skimpy little set underneath your clothes makes me think this is precisely what you wanted.”

He was right.

“Fuck, harder, Kaleb.” My eyes rolled back. “Oh, shit.”

He pounded into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot with each thrust, and I met every one of them, angling my head to look back at my god-like man. But Kaleb tutted, reaching forward to grip my chin and turn it back towards the window.

“Keep your eyes on them. Watch how oblivious they all are to you taking my cock up here.”

Knowing how wrong of a setting this was to fuck in—it made it all the better. Moisture dripped down my thighs, and with the symphony of our moans and grunts filling the room, Kaleb circled my clit with his fingers, causing me to pant.

He continued to pound into me until I came loudly, my pussy clenching around his cock, and he grunted, pulling out, gripping my ass and manoeuvring me so my back was pressed up against the window, my legs wide. He slid in with ease.

“If any of them down there were to look up, they’d see you with your legs wide open for me.” Kaleb groaned and smacked his hand down harshly on the window next to my head, experimenting to see if anyone could hear us. My mouth hung open as I came again, and he kept eye contact with me as he finished, too, my name leaving his lips over and over again.

“Shit.” I clung onto his neck, my body shaking and my chest heaving. “I love you.”

He smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “I love you too, my little artist.”

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