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I’m not even a little bit ashamed when I lean back against the wall and reach down to free my cock from my pants. It’s hot as fuck watching our woman experience pleasure.

My eyes stay focused on her face, watching a flush rising up from her neck to her cheeks. She’s so responsive to us; I fucking love it.

When she glances over at me, she licks her lips. I know it’s an invitation, but I stay where I am and enjoy the show.

This is about her and I’m not going to change it.

Kirill shoves two fingers inside of our woman as he focuses on her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he fingers her. I have no doubt that he’s curled his fingers just right when her hips jolt and he has to hold her in place with his free hand.

“Yes,” she moans, “just like that. Don’t stop,” she gasps.

Kirill doesn’t stop. He doubles his efforts.

I watch in awe as she’s tossed over the edge of her pleasure, her head falling back as he rips a shriek from her mouth. The way her thighs shake as he laps at her opening, not wanting to miss any of her arousal, makes me a little jealous.

He gentles his movements as she comes down, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. When she looks down at him, her eyes are wide and filled with satisfaction.

As much as I want to come, I don’t want my seed anywhere other than in our woman. I tuck myself away, my cock screaming at me the entire time which isn’t easy to ignore.

Oaklynn’s brown eyes are glassy when she looks over at me and pouts because I’ve put my dick away. All I can do is chuckle at how fucking cute she is.

Kirill stands and hovers over her. “Don’t let anyone make you feel small, Oaklynn, not even me.”

Her small hands come up and her fingers glide over the stubble along his jawline. “Okay, Kirill.”

As he slams his mouth down on hers, I’m quite sure we won’t be able to get any more work done. I’m more than okay with it. I’d much rather be at home with our woman, hopefully with her coming all over my cock.

CHAPTER 16

KIRILL

Things have been quiet for the last few weeks. I’ve watched Oaklynn thrive. I’m so fucking proud of her, and it’s only grown as she’s put her plan to reinvent the club into action. She’s a hard fucking worker and throws herself into everything she does with everything she is.

I’m so fucking impressed by her.

Even though she didn’t know what the new name would be when she did her whole presentation, it came to her randomly. One night, as she was basking in the afterglow of her pleasure, surrounded by her men, she gasped, “Clockwork.”

We looked at her like she had lost her mind. Well, except for Maxim. He looked pleased as hell because he had just finished fucking her sweet pussy. The look on his face was smug, as if he had just fucked her into a state of disassociation or delirium or something.

She slapped his arm as her chest heaved, still trying to catch her breath. “I was talking about the club’s new name. No need to look so damn pleased with yourself.”

Maxim chuckles and shrugged while flopping onto his back. “I just fucked the name of your club out of you. Or allowed yourmind to clear so much from pleasure that it came to you. Either way, I think I have plenty to be smug about.”

When Oaklynn hit his face with a pillow, he started roaring with laughter. All of us were soon to follow.

Even with Maxim’s smug response, our woman had a name for her new club. If she weren’t so tired from all the orgasm she had already gotten, I’m sure she would have been out of bed and getting more things in the works. As it was, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Working on Clockwork while also helping bring the gala together for Heart and Home, has ensured she’s been out of the house more and more. I hate it, but I also know it’s for the best.

It works with our plan; the same one we came up with days after Oaklynn showed up at the office to show me her proposal for the club. We were sitting in the living room, curled up and relaxing after a dinner Maxim cooked for us. The atmosphere was cozy, but you could feel something at the edges creeping in.

Oaklynn looked at each of us, assessing our moods and trying to read our minds. “What’s the plan?” When we turned toward her, her cheeks were a gorgeous pink. “I know that buying Pulse, rather forcefully, wasn’t necessarily part of the plan with Mikhail considering you didn’t have solid proof of the connection. But it has me wondering what the plan is.”

None of us wanted to say it, I could feel the hesitation coming from the guys. As is my lot in life, I knew it was up to me to step up and explain.

“We need to be out in public more,” I tell her honestly. Her eyebrows furrowed together, and I explained, “We’ve been keeping ourselves, and you, pretty isolated. Mikhail is the kind of man who will only see you as a liability. It’s why he sentAdam to that meeting. He wanted to scare you and assess how vulnerable you are.”

Oaklynn stiffened slightly. “You’re using me as bait?” Her words were more accusatory than curious, but it still felt like a slap to the face.

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