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Unhooking it, his lips and tongue scorch my nipples when he takes a taste. All the anger and reservation I’ve allowed to fester against Ambrose seeps out of me like air from a balloon. I wither at his touch, wanting more.

Ambrose knows my body better than anyone, so it’s no surprise when he cups my ass, lifts me into his arms, and walks back to the chair he sits in.

My legs straddle him, shifting the knit dress up around my hips. Denials and objections are only quaint thoughts at the back of my mind as he shifts my thong aside and fingers me.

“Fuck!” I cry.

“That’s what I want too,” he says, intentionally misinterpreting my comment.

His fingers pump furiously in and out of my swollen slit. Though it brings pleasure, it’s not enough. Only one thing can satisfy me at this point.

“Please tell me you’ve got a goddamn condom, Ambrose!”

He shifts with me still on his lap, awkwardly reaching for his wallet. When he pulls it free, I search it and remove a condom from a stack of three. I don’t bother to question him.

Ripping it with my teeth while he unzips his pants and whips out his dick, I sheath him in no time.

Rough hands clasp my hips and pull me roughly down on him, snatching my breath from my lungs as he fills me up, stirring the desire and quenching the ache.

Pressing my face into the side of his neck, I whimper, “Ambrose, oh, Ambrose. You feel so good.”

He’s pumping at lightning speed inside of me as though I might change my mind if he doesn't. Never when it feels this good.

“I can’t get enough in this position,” I whimper.

He stands to accommodate me and lifts me off him long enough to put me on my feet. With my hands gripping the arms of the chair and my ass in the air, I hiss again as he takes me roughly from behind. This is what I’ve needed and missed for so long.

Maybe I’m wrong, but his dick has grown since we were together all those years ago. My pussy clenches around him like she never wants him to leave, and I can’t blame her.

The way that he’s tapping my ass and has me in here hollering like a sinner on Sunday morning, I’m glad the music outside this room is loud and that this room is soundproof.

I hope no cameras are capturing us in the act. And if they are, Lord help me, I don’t want to be on anyone’s sex tape. But for the moment...it’s worth every thump in my pussy and every smack to my ass.

It only takes a few seconds before I regain my momentum and throw it back at him how he likes it. His strokes slow down and smooth out, and I know he’s on the precipice.

Ambrose grabs my hair tightly in his fist, jerking my head backward. His free hand moves to my clit and rubs gently.

“No fucking fair,” I hiss, and the hiss turns into a whimper as I cry out at the unexpected orgasm that hits me.

He’s not long behind me as he smacks my ass several times rapidly and growls out as he nuts like a lion in the jungle being challenged by a stray.

He bites the side of my neck and says, “Time to stop running, Bryn. I think you know where you belong.”

I fell into the trap. I’m the one who insisted we should come here. It was a setup from the beginning, and I’ve given Ambrose exactly what he wanted while I got what I needed.

Fuck me in the ass and call it the end!

9 – AMBROSE

“What was that?” Brynlee hisses at me.

“What?”

“Throwing me under the bus like that.”

“I didn’t throw you under the bus. You agreed that this was the best move for the company to accomplish our goals, including one that we weren’t even considering. Saving. Staff.”

I say those two words independently to emphasize my point.

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