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His hand flexes against the wheel, and his cock is visibly hard against his slacks, pressing tight against the fabric.

I know he’s barely holding himself together.

And God help me, I love it.

The car slows as he pulls into a private lot near the auction, but neither of us moves. He slowly drives towards the back of the building where I spot a back door.

Then—Dominic lets out a low, rough chuckle.

“Now that,” he murmurs, voice raw, “was the best fucking drive of my life.”

I flush, still breathless, still shaking, and glare at him, but he just smirks.

“There’s a private office on the second floor, wait for me there,” Dominic states. “This door will take you straight to it.”

“What? Why?” I ask, confused.

“Because if I don’t fuck you within ten minutes, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Chapter 16 - Dominic

The moment I step into the private office, I shut the door without a word. The click echoes through the space, sealing us inside, cutting off the world beyond. Isabella stands near the desk, her dress hugging every curve like it was made for my hands to claim. Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t speak. Her cheeks are still flushed from her orgasm but I’m about to make her come again.

I loosen my tie with a slow pull, never breaking eye contact. The air is thick with anticipation, humming between us like an electric current. I roll my sleeves up, one by one, methodical, controlled—because control is the only thing keeping me from taking her against that desk right now.

Her breath hitches as I close the space between us. My eyes meeting hers. The scent of her skin, warm and inviting, wraps around me like a drug.

My hands find her hips, pulling her flush against me so she can feel exactly what she does to me. I’m so hard I can barely think straight. A strangled moan slips past her lips, and fuck, I love the sound of it. I press my mouth to hers, swallowing every little noise as I walk her backward. She’s already melting into me, body pliant, but I need more.

Her back hits the edge of the desk, and I lift her onto it effortlessly. My fingers brush the hem of her dress, and in one swift motion, I pull it up, exposing soft skin, smooth thighs, and the lace barely covering her. It’s hard to be gentle right now, but I know we have an auction to attend, and I can’t ruin herdress. But I don’t take it off—I want her like this, undone but not stripped away.

She doesn’t hesitate—her hands are already at my belt, tugging, pulling, desperate. I push her knees apart to make space for myself between them.

"You are so fucking sexy, you know that?" I breathe into her ear, unzipping my pants because I can’t contain myself anymore. She pants against my shoulder, and I turn her head, forcing her to look at me.

"You know that?" I ask again, waiting. I won’t give in until she says it.

"I know," she breathes back, and that’s all I need.

I pull her to the very edge of the desk and plant my length at her entrance. She wraps her legs around my back, pulling me nearer. I inhale the scent of her, letting it go to my head, letting it spin around me and consume me. I can’t get enough of her. I’m not sure I ever will.

Shifting my weight forward, I push all the way inside her, burying myself up to the hilt. She cries out, the shock of feeling me filling her making her head tip back, her body stretching to take me in.

I thrust into her, hard and fast, pressing my forehead to hers so our breath mingles in the space between us. Her eyes burn with pleasure, dark and dazed, and it only drives me further. I wrap my arms around her, pressing my face into her neck, kissing her, grazing my teeth against her skin. She gasps, pulling hard at my hair. I can tell she’s trying not to ruin my suit by grabbing it. Fuck, she’s considerate even when I’m fucking her.

I drive into her harder, each thrust dragging a shudder from her body, a sweet, helpless tremor that tells me she’s lost to this—to me. Her walls clench around me, velvet heat pulling me deeper, her nails biting into my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.

“Fuck, Isabella,” I growl, my voice rough with need, uncaring of who might hear. Right now, nothing exists beyond the way she comes apart beneath me.

Her moans rise, breathless and desperate, a symphony of surrender as she trembles, caught in the throes of release. “Dominic… please…” she gasps, her body arching, thighs tightening around my waist as she gives in, helpless against the pleasure crashing through her.

It doesn’t take long before I lose myself too. The pressure, the heat, the way she feels wrapped around me—it’s too much. I groan against her neck, my body tensing as I spill inside her, every pulse of pleasure wracking through me like an earthquake.

We stay there, breathing each other in, locked in the aftershocks. My forehead rests against hers, our bodies still tangled together, the sweat on my brow cooling in the quiet space between us.

When I finally pull back to look at her, her lips are swollen, eyes glazed with satisfaction, and fuck, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

"I’m really fucking falling for you, Isabella," I murmur suddenly, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

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