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Dele

Fuck, I hate this man. I hate him as much as I love him though that’s not something I ever plan on telling him. But I’d be tempted to if he ever asked me to while he’s fucking me with three of his fingers.

I don’t understand how after as many times as I’ve been with this man, it feels so good every time. The novelty, the newness, it doesn’t wear off. Or maybe it’s because of the time between these encounters.

I’m close now. Almost over the edge when Viper says, “Can I help you?”

For a moment, in the haze of the pleasure, I’m confused. And then I realize he’s not talking to me. He’s talking to someone behind me. Someone who opened the door on him fucking me.

“Shit,” I mutter and try to push him away from me.

“You just stay right there,Addy,” he says. “We’re almost done.”

He punctuates that with a thrust of his fingers that makes me sink further into him and let out a moan, stranger walking in on us be damned.

“I’ll wait until you’re done,” the voice of Jason Travis says, causing me to tense.

An uncomfortable chill going up my back at the thought of him seeing my naked body, however little of it he can see with my back to him, my hair down and Viper covering my front.

The door closes. Viper proceeds to continue fucking me with his fingers, adding his remaining fingers this time, and the electricity that sends to all my nerves chases away the chill and discomfort and all I can focus on is this. On that uncomfortable but oh so good tightness coiled up inside me, waiting to explode.

Then Viper pushes me back some and covers one of my breasts with his mouth.

I feel my orgasm coming, and begin to let out punctuated cries with every thrust of Viper’s fingers until, finally, it crashes over me. As it gushes from my pussy. All over Viper’s desk and hand.

I want him to keep going. To keep going the way he did the first time we ever fucked. Until my body was putty, and I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down and nothing mattered except the warm pleasure cascading me after Viper fucked me for so long and made me come the entire time.

But that’s the thing. There’s no time. So this will have to do.

Viper takes his hand from me, smells my cum all over his hand, and begins to lick it off his fingers as I come down from my orgasm.

When it’s mostly over but I still feel slightly warm, buzzed, and partially sated, I hop off the desk to get my clothes back on.

As weren’t both straightening up, I ask, “That Jason Travis guy. Who’s he?”

“One of Pray’s other enforcers. Probably only second to me in status.”

“How long has he worked for Pray?”

Viper shrugs. “Before I did, I know. When I knew him before that, I just knew that he came from an old family in some small ass town in Texas with old money, and was something of a business and political protégé to Pray even back then. He’s planning to make a gambit for the Senate soon.”

“So he can ensure that the laws and administration are favorable to his old money and their dirty money?”

“Pretty much.”

“Is he… Is he going to be a problem?”

I should probably clarify. Because the man did just walk in on us having sex. But while that would be blackmail for anyone else. It’s not for Viper or me. With our public personas as Adrian Black and Addy Bianchi, it’s even expected. Viper knows that too, so he answers the question exactly as I mean it to be answered.

Viper shrugs. “Potentially. But I’ve got it all well and handled. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

I know he’s only teasing and that he doesn’t think of me in just that way, but after an entire afternoon of men talking down to me, I’m not in the mood to find it funny. Especially when one of those men was Jason Travis.

On even a good day, Viper has a hard time sensing nuanced changes in people’s moods when it has nothing to do with getting into a physical fight. But today, with me, he notices.

“You okay?” he asks.

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