Page 103 of Charity's Redemption

I screamed as his deep invasion rocked me on my toes. His hand gripped my shoulder, holding me against him while his other snaked around and pinched my nipple hard, causing my inner muscles to clench around him.

“Come for me, Charity.”

With three long, hard strokes, every fiber in my body ignited in one intense explosion, forcing me to collapse onto the counter as I cried out his name over and over. Nico’s thrusts became rabid, his grip tighter, and then, with a rich grunt, he pulled from my body.

Hot ropes of sticky cum hit my ass and lower back as Nico sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I’ll never tire of seeing this.”

I glanced back and watched him rub his swollen head against my butt cheek like silk gliding against my skin.

Nico reached for the hand towel hanging from the ring attached to the wall, then wiped the remnants of his cum off my body.

After leaning against the counter for a bit until the muscles in my legs solidified, I stood and adjusted my wig. “At least you resisted the urge to pull my hair,” I smirked.

The blonde wig I’d chosen hung down past my breasts with the pink undertones covering my nipples. It was longer than expected now that I had it fully situated on my sore scalp, but it would do. I couldn’t exactly put it up in the bun that I’d wanted, but I’d manage, I’m sure.

I fingered the black number that made me feel sexy just looking at it. I’d told Max before that I’d lost all modesty since working for them… I wasn’t kidding.

Wearing something so open and exposed didn’t bother me so much as it did not being able to conceal.

I took the dress down from the hanger and slipped it over my head and down my body in rippling waves, while Nico stood enraptured.

“You look gorgeous,” he said with lust in his eyes.

I sauntered towards him with a seductive gait. The material hung down to my upper thighs, barely covering my crotch and ass cheeks with the dip in the back so low, I was sure anyone could see the top of my crack.

I ran my hand down the suit jacket he’d just buttoned, seducing him with my blushing cheeks.

“Thank you. This rapacious, dashing man gave it to me,” I purred in his ear with a smile.

His deep chuckle tickled my chest with its vibration. He tipped my chin with his finger and pressed a passionate kiss against my lips, drawing a moan from deep within my belly.

I yearned for this man, day and night.

His light touch up and down my arm had me shivering violently with pleasure.

“I should probably get down there. I’ve got some things to discuss with Luca before we leave,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I groaned, not wanting it to be over. “Okay, I have a few touch-ups to do, and then I’ll be down.”

Nico adjusted his tie, then walked out of the door, leaving me breathless.

How did I get so lucky? Am I? Was this just a dream, and one day I’d wake up from it?

I twisted off the lid to my mascara, then blinked on a fresh layer with my wand, then applied a thin layer of black liner along my waterline.

My look was complete. Now, all I needed was the tattoo. Although I wasn’t entirely sure it was necessary, considering we were no longer going to the club, it wouldn’t hurt just in case things went awry. I picked up the rose tattoo and held it to my skin, eying it in the mirror.

A man as prominent as Adams would have cameras. He had bodyguards that could identify me, even though they didn’t accompany him to Zoe’s.

Turning around, I grabbed a washcloth from the linen closet, then damped it. The peel and stick tattoo stuck to my skin, just behind my ear, with the stem branching out to mid-neck. It was a smaller, dainty version of Max’s full-bodied rose. I pressed the wet towel against the paper and waited, giving it a good long while before making sure it fixed itself to my skin.

Dabbing the edges with the wet towel, I fanned it dry, then touched my blending applicator over it with a bit of face powder, taking away the shine of a fake ink.

With smokey eyes, blonde hair, and a neck tattoo, I looked like a damn hooker. “Fuck.” I hung my head and leaned against the counter, tossing my washcloth on the sink. This was not the look I was going for, but at least they wouldn’t be looking for me.

No part of my identity stood out with this new disguise. I placed a few brown dots with my liquid liner on my face, giving myself some beauty marks, then stood back and took in the complete package.

I wouldn’t say it was perfect, but it was enough to get the job done. And with that one little thought, my stomach dropped.

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