Page 38 of Ruin Me

Fuck it. She wanted more, anyway. Why would I deny myself the pleasure? But first…

“Say goodbye,” I said before ripping the lace fabric obstructing my view of Madison’s magnificent breasts.

“Kent…”

“This memory I can live with.” I caught her gaze through our reflection in the window, then I tugged on her nipples and rubbed around her areola.

She arched into my body, and her pussy tightened around me. I increased the power of my thrusts as I punished her with my cock. Her thighs quivered, the sign she was about to come. A good thing, because my balls tightened with the need to ejaculate into her womb.

As she sought purchase, waving her hands until she got a hold of the desk and my nape, her screams crescendoed, echoing in my ear. Her breasts heaved and her soft belly shook as she came for me.

So beautiful. So sexy. And so irresistible. I loosened the reins on my control and came inside her, pouring everything I had.

When our breathing calmed, she rose and headed toward the private bathroom.

“Did I say you can clean yourself?”

She paused mid-step. “I can’t walk out of here with your cum leaking out of me.”

I fixed my clothes and met her before she reached the bathroom door. Grabbing her hand, I took her to the hidden closet. “That’s exactly what you will do, but since I ruined your suit, you can wear this one.”

Inside the closet were extra suits for me and now for Madison. One thing I’d never do was allow another man to see what was meant for my eyes only, and since I foresaw more damaged suits in her future, I came prepared.

“This is nothing like the suit I’ve worn all day. People will know what we’ve been doing in your office.”

“And your point would be what, exactly?”

“I can slip upstairs and find something else.”

“There isn’t time.”

She folded her arms and stared at me in challenge. “Don’t think this means I’ll cede to your wardrobe demands in the future.”

“We have somewhere to be, and I have another round ready for you. Now do you want to argue, or let me tend to my pussy?” I ushered her into the bathroom without another protest.

CHAPTER 16

Madison

Our secret was out. At least at work. Apparently frosted glass and soundproofing meant nothing if Kent couldn’t hide his satisfied smiles and possessive hold on my waist whenever we left the office together. And he made sure we didn’t leave through his private garage. I should be angry, but I was secretly glad we didn’t have to pretend in front of everyone. Despite his behavior in the office, when we were in public, we behaved as colleagues. I tamed down my clothes for our dates, though the way Kent stared at me in his unguarded moments, anyone would think I was seconds away from revealing my body for his personal enjoyment.

That more than anything else was what convinced me my parents were bound to discover us. Although Kent was inscrutable in business, he couldn’t hide his feelings for me. I understood. He was the same way with Oyinlola and Ife. And now I get to walk around the world knowing he included me in his very small circle of people he’d given his heart.

Despite the risk of my parents finding out about us on their own, Kent and I hadn’t found a good time to tell them about our relationship. We agreed it was best to wait until we’d cleared his name. Although Douglas PD exonerated him for the two murders he had an alibi for, they left the investigation regarding the other murdered women open, leaving a public stain on Kent’s reputation. In my opinion, removing all reasons for my mother to object to Kent before he gave his mea culpa was more important than giving Nikita Montgomery the time and energy to eviscerate Kent and his apology.

“Hey Madison,” Omar called out to me.

I hadn’t realized I was on auto-pilot, walking between the other employees busily plugging away at their work, talking in small groups, and going back and forth from the printer.

“Hey, did you need something?”

“I bumped into Carol earlier. She wants you to call her.”

“Did she say what about?”

Omar shrugged. “No, but I have other news to share.”

Ever since Elsie’s accident, Omar had volunteered to work with my team. He took over monitoring the BBD site and tried to identify who the users were that pushed the Kent was a murderer narrative. He proposed the murderer could be an employee. None of us wanted to credit his guess, but knowing for certain was better than living in ignorance. And since my long shot with Fred was a bust, I was on board for anything that could give us the answers we needed.

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