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“I didn’t get you anything.”

“Good. I didn’t expect anything.” I reassure him, but he still wears a pained expression. “Seriously! What I got you is nothing, really. You’ll laugh when you see it.”

He nods, “Well I can’t wait.”

Turning into him, I wrap my arms around his waist, and he holds me, resting his lips on the top of my head.

“I need to tell you something.” I say, my words hitting his naked pecs.

“Okay.”

“Musical Genius is hosting a New Year’s Eve party and I’m required to go, but... I thought maybe you could come with me?”

“As your date?” He chuckles, pulling away from me to find my face.

“Yeah, why not? I’d love to see you in a suit.” I quirk my brow, imagining the sight.

He answers with a long sigh, contemplating the thought of attending a party that requires mingling.

“Is that a yes then?”

“I’ll go under one condition.” He pulls me over to the couch, yanking my hips until I’m straddling him.

“And what’s that?”

“I don’t want to have to hide anything between us. I don’t think I can keep my hands off you, even for just one night.” He answers, my face cupped between his hands.

“And what exactly is it that we have between us, Khaos?” I challenge, desperate for him to tell me this thing is something more than we’re both admitting.

“It’s my cock and he’s extremely impatient right now.” He smiles, shifting me so I’m lying on the couch.

A scream flies from my mouth as I try to escape his playful torture. His fingers tickle my sides, his mouth sucking the skin of my neck. My laughs quickly turn into moans as his playfulness melds into a brooding lust, his fingers forever finding ways to coax an orgasm from me.

“I can’t wait to see your boss.” He murmurs along my jaw. “How will it make you feel when he knows how loud you scream my name at night or how you beg me to defile you in filthy ways?”

I shudder, “You wouldn’t dare.”

His teeth graze my cheek as his lips stretch into a menacing grin.

“Will your face flush every time he looks at you and knows that your cunt’s favorite meal is my come?”

His fingers skim over my center underneath my leggings in teasing and torturous strokes.

“Stop.” I warn on a choppy breath.

“How you loved letting me stretch your ass.” He groans, plunging into me.

My back bows, arching off the couch. Words evade me, the only sound leaving my lips are desperate cries. He hovers and watches my face closely, his lips barely brushing mine.

“How your body breaks so easily beneath my touch.”

"Khaos.” I croon.

“That’s it, Ash. Break for me.”

My body quakes, racketing with violent shivers as he steals yet another piece of me. He drags his fingers out slowly as I come down from a high I can never get enough of. I peel my eyes open, finding him studying my face like he always does. His golden eyes shimmering with need.

“I’ll go with you to your party Ash, but I will not pretend that there’s nothing going on here, not even for your boss.”

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