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Her face drops down toward the bed as her back arches for me to take her even deeper. Her breathing is hard and fast, and her body is moving in perfect time with mine. I've been with plenty of women over the years, but there's something about seeing someone like her, like this, that might top them all.

I push myself into her one last time, reaching around to massage her clit as I do so, and that's what it takes to finally push her over the edge and into her release. She lets out a stream of curses, half-muffled against the bed, as her body spasms around me.

Those sensations, along with the sight of her in front of me, it's all I need to go over the edge and into my release, too. I pullback and thrust in one more time, driving myself into her, and I finish with a long groan of pleasure. I fill her with my seed, making sure I get out every last drop before I even think about pulling out.

I grind myself into her a few more times before I pull back, shifting away from her and letting her catch her breath. Her hips are twitching, jerking back and forth like she can barely control herself, and she slumps forward onto the bed, splayed out right before me like she can hardly think straight.

Finally, after a long moment, she lets out a low groan of pleasure and flips herself over to face me.

"Fuck," she whispers as she reaches for me, pulling me down toward her. "That was... that was so fucking hot."

I grin, nuzzling my face into her neck as I dive down on top of her. "Oh, you think that was hot?" I murmur. "Just wait until you see what I've got planned for us next."

And as I turn to kiss her, I have to remind myself that this is nothing more than part of my plan.

Because, here, now, it's hard to convince myself it's anything other than real.

Chapter Six—Elena

I sink down into the large wood-and-leather seat on the other side of the table from Professor Van Ark, the head of the business department here at Gregora University. Since I finished up my first semester of interning, I have to come down and share my report on how things are going—and convince her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I deserve to stay.

"Good to see you, Elena," she greets me with a sharp nod. Large leather-bound books line the shelf behind her. She peers at me over a pair of half-rimmed glasses, a reading lamp half-illuminating her lined face. She's been the professor I've been doing most of my studying under since I started college, nearly a year ago now. My first year was spent getting all my grades in order, and my second has been hands-on practice at my father's company.

It's hard not to feel as though everyone sees me as some kind of pity hire. No matter how hard I work, I'm sure they all feel like I just got the job because of who I am, who my father is. Johnny, at least, proved himself to get the second internship position, only recently introduced, since I started work there. While I haven't shared any classes with him directly, I can only imagine how confident he is.

More confident than I feel, anyway.

Van Ark looks over the report I handed her, her brow furrowing as she takes it all in, and then she glances up at me.

"Am I to take from this that you're happy with how your time at the company has gone so far?" There's an edge to hervoice, and I can't help but feel as though she's trying to catch me in a lie.

I shift slightly in my seat, then nod.

"Yes, for the most part," I reply. "I-it's been great to work with another intern. We've been working very well together."

"Good," she replies, lowering the report. "I have to say, I was... less than impressed when I heard that they'd added another position to the internship. I assumed it was due to your... lack at work, I have to admit."

I shift in my seat. See, this is what I hate so much, the feeling that I only got the job because my father runs the company. This is never who I wanted to be. Never. I want to establish myself on my own terms, as difficult as that might be. I know it'll be all the more rewarding in the long run.

"Well, why was there a new intern brought in?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I can only assume they need more help in the office," she replies coolly. Is that supposed to be a dig at me? It feels that way.

"I'm glad I had the opportunity to show my skills while working with someone else," I reply, trying to keep my cool. See? I can spin this. That's so much of what business is, after all, spinning the bad news to look like good, making the rough stuff read well.

She smiles slightly, sensing what I'm trying to do. I learned it from her, after all.

She nods. "Have you... have you met with Johnny yet?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light. I don't want to seem insecure, but truth be told, I am. He seems so much more confident thanme, so much more assured, and it's hard not to let that get under my skin.

"Yes, I have," she replies. "He's a very impressive student, as mature students often are."

"I suppose he has more life experience," I remark, and she nods.

"That's part of it," she agrees, carefully. I bristle again. So what's the rest of it, then? Clearly not something I'm living up to.

"Do you have any feedback from the company?" I wonder, shifting the conversation back to the topic at hand. I don't want her to think I'm getting distracted by this guy, even if that's exactly what's going on here. Ever since we hooked up the other day after dinner, I haven't been able to get him out of my head. Yes, I'm well aware that we're meant to be working together, but that doesn't mean I can deny my attraction to him.

Or how crazy-hot our sex was the other night.

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