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Until she is gasping and moaning and shaking so much she can’t take anymore.

She explodes onto my cock, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm waves through her.

I push deep inside her and release as well.

Leaning over her as I fight to steady my breath while the last spasm of pleasure flows from me.

I close my eyes, breathing heavily.

What the fuck have I done?

My head swims with regret as I slide my cock out of her. And even as I do this, my body floods with new desire, seeing her bent over and exposed like that.

She stands up, tugging her dress down.

I clear my throat and turn away from her as I zip my pants.

My office door suddenly opens, and Santino walk in, instantly freezing in place when he sees us.

His jaw sets tightly. I glance at Zina, dressed, but still adjusting her clothes to straighten them. Her hair is loose and wild around her shoulders, messy from my fingers being knotted in it.

I’m still busy doing my belt up.

There is zero chance of denying what just happened.

Santino lets out a harsh breath, glaring at me in anger.

“Seriously.” He snaps.

“I’ll talk to you later, Santino. Just give me a moment.” I demand.

Zina giggles and steps to my side. “No, that’s ok, I’ll go.” She says, but then she stands on her tiptoes and with her hands wrapped around the back of my neck - she kisses me.

The moment our lips touch my body melts against hers. My blood flows hotter and my heart races. I forgot everything else around me.

She pulls away, brushing her thumb over my lips. She smiles up at me, then turns to walk away. My eyes follow her as she steps around Santino, not acknowledging him, and walks through the door with her hips swaying and my mind screaming at me to follow her because I want more of everything.

“Seriously, dad?” he snarls angrily, snapping me back into reality.

“Just leave it alone, Santino.” I huff, sliding my belt into the final loop. I turn away from my son, busying myself by straightening the paperwork we sent flying over the desk top.

He walks around the desk so that he’s in my line of sight again.

“You can’t be that stupid dad. You’re not blind, so why are you falling for this?” he challenges me.

“What are you talking about, Santino?” I sigh, trying to figure out how it got to that point. One moment I was confronting her about the message - the next -

“She’s manipulating you. She’s using her body to control you and your letting it happen.”

“No one is manipulating anyone, Santino. It was just - it was - just leave it alone.” I say with regret cutting into me. Fuck. What have I done? Why the fuck did Santino have to walk in right at that moment?

Thank goodness he didn’t walk in earlier.

I clenching my jaw and brush my hand through my hair.

This is a disaster.

That should never have happened.

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