Page 34 of Beautiful Revenge

“Yes,” Briar moans when I slam her back against the wall.

We’re in her office now. Dylan had a valid point about the appointment room, but she loves this shit.

Office sex. God, we’ve had so much of that over the years, and it never gets boring.

My princess loves it when she has to be quiet because others are nearby. She gets off on public sex as much as I do.

“Did I ever tell you that becoming a sex therapist was the best decision you ever made?” I ask, kissing up her neck. “You’re so sexy when you wear this fancy shit.”

She chuckles, reaching up to pull my hair and guide me back to her mouth. The moment she captures my mouth with hers, she groans, pushing her tongue past my lips.

God, I love this woman so fucking much. I kiss her back, moving my hands into her hair and tilting her face up to kiss her deeper, stroking my tongue along hers. Her moans go straight to my dick, and I grind against her, matching my tongue thrust for thrust.

“Clothes,” she whimpers against my lips, reaching up to unbutton my jeans.

“Patience,” I whisper, smirking down at her as I push her hands away.

“Fuck patience, Dev. I need you,” she says in a plea, and God, I can’t deny her.

I move my hands to her blazer, pushing it off her shoulders before leaning down to kiss her neck as my hands lift the bottom of her cute little tank top.

“You know I can’t deny you anything, princess.” I nip her neck with my teeth before pulling her shirt over her head and working her bra off in quick succession.

“Like what you see?” she taunts, smirking as she shoves her chest against me.

“I love everything about you, Briar, and you know it. Now, be my naughty princess, and go bend over the desk,” I order, loving the way her eyes gloss over with lust.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, the words going straight to my dick. It’s fucking hard as steel for her, and I can’t hold off much longer.

I watch her sway those luscious hips as she moves to her desk, teasing me like only she can.

I would never try to truly dominate her in life, but she loves to submit to me in the bedroom. Not always, but today she’s definitely up for it seeing as she didn’t threaten to cut me. Not that I’d mind.

“Fuck, that ass is perfection. Did I tell you to lift your skirt, princess?” I ask, walking up behind her and slapping her cheek.

Her moan is one of pure fucking pleasure, and I smile.

“No, Sir, but I wanted to show you my new panties,” she says in a heated whisper.

I cup her ass in my hands, squeezing and kneading as I run my thumb along her back hole. “These barely-there panties?” I ask, biting my lip when she moans.

“Yes.”

I spank her ass again before ripping the thong clear off her body, making her gasp. “They look better on the floor,” I snark, admiring the red handprint on her cheek as I undo my jeans and pull my dick out.

“Oh,” she moans when she looks back, watching me stroke myself as I take in the sight of her before me.

“What will it be today, princess?” I ask, moving behind her and wrapping my hand around her throat before guiding myself to her entrance and slamming in.

“Ah!” she screams, and I chuckle at what this must be doing to my brother.

“So goddamn tight, baby,” I rasp against her hair, grinding my hips into her without pulling out.

“Dev,” she sighs as my hand tightens around her throat.

My dick jolts against her walls at the sound, causing her to moan from the slight movement.

“So, what will it be? Do you want me to pound you into this desk until you’re a crying mess?” I ask, and she moans loud, shoving her ass back against me. “Hard it is.”

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