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“Oh my—” I choke on a moan when he takes my swollen pearl into his mouth. My body arches off the ottoman like I’ve been possessed.
His tongue is relentless, diving deeper into my heat. I match his tempo and submit to the explosive pleasure surging betweenus. Preston’s body double is completely lost in the moment, eyes closed and mouth anchored between my legs.
I steal a glance at the pianist, who’s staring down at me. The flames in his eyes sear a pathway from my parted lips down to my bouncing breasts.
Movement near the door summons me to a woman in all black. The sheer material of her sleeveless dress teases her voluptuous breasts and the neatly trimmed mound between her thighs. She’s not wearing a cloak, but she does have a mask that covers her eyes. It’s not until her hands fold over her chest and a hip juts out that it clicks.
It’s Bellamy.
Her glare closes the distance, her focus shifting from me to the man between my legs before it settles back on its target. Me.
Is she mad?
What is she doing here?
Every question torpedoes from my body as the two fingers inside me curl into my G-spot. I buck forward and lock eyes with the minotaur who’s pumping into me while my essence coats his chin. His eyes flash, and I cry out, lifting onto my elbows, unable to give a damn who sees me gyrating against his face.
“I’m coming.” My legs vibrate, and my jaw goes slack as tears cloud my vision.
With a final swipe and an ungodly slurp, I scream. My breasts crush against the hardness of his chest when he pulls me to him. Each breath lacks control but settles when he kisses my face.
I suck on the tongue he offers, tasting my mess. We’re so caught up in each other, we don’t notice we’re alone in the room.
Chapter 17
Preston
“We have coffee and scones in our office—the one we pay a shit ton of money for across the street.” William turns up his nose at the pillowy treat he pokes with his fork.
This café is far from hideous. It actually supplies some of our office snacks, unbeknownst to him. He could at least add preserves or clotted cream to the damn thing if he’s going to complain.
I sit back and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “It will do you some good to stretch your legs.”
He smirks. “They stretch just fine over good pus—”
“I’ll take this week’s projections.” If my brother wasn’t phenomenal at his job, he and his ignorant dick would be out of one.
William slides the tablet we use for our weekly meetings across the wooden table. We’re expanding our brand to Southeast Asia, thanks to the man across from me who’s whining about scones. My brother is wild in his free time, but he’s one of the reasons the Donnelley Brand has been so successful since I took over.As COO, William oversees the implementation of our strategic plans and daily operations through our general managers, among other tasks.
He’s my right hand, someone I trust with my life. We give each other shit but hold ourselves accountable.
“Have we filled all of the open positions in Laos?” I roll my eyes when he scowls after taking a sip of coffee.
“I fly out on Monday,” he says, his hand raking through blond waves. “KD should be there to go over budgets since we missed each other last week.”
I look up from the tablet with a stare to remind him not to fuck around. “Stay out of trouble. That goes for the both of you,” I say about our CFO, who primarily works out of our Paris office.
William flashes a devious smirk. “You’re one to talk. If I recall, your New Year’s trip before you ran off to wherever-the-fuck Colorado was more than business.”
I volley back my own. “Do as I say, not as I do.”
The end of last year had me by the balls. Between wrapping up projects, last-minute site demands, and the board, I was up to my ears in stress. Nonna put her foot down and told me I needed a break. She’s half my size and twice my age but still cracks her kitchen towel like a whip.
I spent Christmas with her in Sicily, then swung over to Paris before heading to the States. Pussy has always been a stress reliever. I was face-deep in it and only came up for air when breathing was necessary.
My knee bounces when I remember the rush of nestling myself in the valley of Madison’s thighs at Ravenous. She was a feast I consumed like a starved man until the pressure from her legs almost sent me into the afterlife with her orgasm. I had one of my own after I escorted her back to her friend at the bar. It’s a miracle I still have a penis the way I pulled my dick over the lasttwo nights. My trousers are tightening now at phantom images of her parted mouth glistening in the candlelight.
“Look at you over there love drunk.” William’s bark of laughter breaks me out of the fantasy. The prick doubles over in his gray suit, silently convulsing at my expense.
