Page 58 of Baby For My Ex's Brother

She approaches, a graceful doe to my lion's lair, and perches on my lap. Her hair, a cascade of golden waves, spills over my arm, soft strands teasing my skin. My hands find her waist, and I pull her closer, needing the contact, needing her. Our lips meet, gentle at first, a tender exploration that quickly ignites into something fiercer, something hungrier.

"I can't stop touching you," I confess against her mouth, voice barely more than a growl. It's truth laid bare, a vulnerabilityI allow only with her. "Can't stop kissing you. I just can't get enough."

"Me neither," she breathes, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw before tangling in my hair.

We're kissing again, deeper this time, all pretense of restraint abandoned. The world outside this office, with its rules and its judgments, fades away until there's nothing left but the heat of our intertwined bodies and the relentless craving that drives us to madness.

It's a dangerous game we play, here in the heart of my empire, where walls have ears and eyes are always watching. But as Shiloh's kiss brands me, as her touch sears through the fabric of my carefully curated life, I know one thing for certain: I am irrevocably addicted to this woman, and I don't want a cure.

The video call rings on my laptop, and I groan in frustration, pulling away from her. "You can go now. I have a call with Derek."

"Okay," she replies, but her eyes dart down at the obvious erection under my slacks. “Are you sure?”

I can see where she’s going with this, even if she won’t say it out loud. I grin, wicked and knowing I’m corrupting her with every touch… and still unable to stop myself. "Or you could do something about that."

She pauses for a beat before asking, "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Take care of it," I reply, my voice laced with desire.

Shiloh sinks down on her knees under the desk, and I groan as her fingertips graze my cock.

Fuck.

This is a very bad idea.

Derek appears on the screen, and we start going over the NDA case, but all I can pay attention to is Shiloh's hands on me.

"Have you thought about what I said earlier?" Derek asks.

"Yes... yes, I have," I reply, trying to sound coherent.

"Good. Because I think we should move forward with the lawsuit against Nora," he says firmly.

"Listen, Derek, I don't think that's a good idea," I try to reason with him.

"Excuse me?" he says, clearly taken aback.

"Look, I know you're angry with your wife, but suing her will only make things worse," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. It isn’t easy. Shiloh is unzipping my slacks, pulling my cock out, stroking me…

Fuck, fuck her mouth is on me—

"Are you kidding me? She swore she wouldn’t go to the press, then did it anyway. She deserves to be punished," he argues.

"Let's not make a hasty decision," I manage to grind out, gripping the edge of my desk as Shiloh’s touch becomes more insistent.

The file concerning the NDA case lays forgotten on the polished surface, my attention entirely hijacked by the woman beneath my desk.

"Are you alright, Liam?" Derek's voice cuts through the haze of sensation.

"Fine, just... reviewing some details here." The words come out strained, my focus splintering.

"Alright. But I expect action, Liam. We've discussed this."

I grip the desk tighter, my breath hitching. Shiloh's mouth is on me, and god, it's impossible to think straight.

"Listen to me, Derek," I say, trying to keep a level tone. "Suing Nora will just drag this whole thing through the mud."

Derek's impatient voice crackles through the speaker. "She breached the NDA, Liam! I want her to pay for it."

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