Page 45 of Corrupted Empire

“How do you want me to fuck you, Tiger?” I ask.

“I don’t want you to fuck me at all,” she replies breathlessly. “Not until you’ve made me come with your mouth first.”

A ripple of need washes over me at her words, and I groan. My cock is stiff against my zipper, and I’m desperate to plunge inside of her. But first, my woman gets what she wants.

I turn and walk to the desk, laying her over it and shoving her dress up over her hips. Alexis watches me with hooded eyes, her cheeks flushed with desire. She looks so fucking delicious that it takes all my effort not to ram my cock into her right here, right now.

I hold her gaze as I tug her panties over her legs and drop to my knees between her legs. She smells like sex and heaven all at once, and when I lean forward to take my first lick, that’s exactly how she tastes.

I groan against her pussy, lapping between her silky folds. She moans and drops her head back, lost in pleasure. My fingers grip the soft flesh of her hips and hold her in place while I plunder her with my mouth, swirling my tongue over her sensitive nub. My cock throbs in my pants. God, I want her so bad.

I slide a finger inside of her and stroke her inner walls. Her thighs quiver on my shoulders, and she ratchets up the volume of her moans. I love seeing her like this. Wild. Undone.

Ferocious.

I alternate between sucking and licking her clit, feeling her grow wetter by the second. She winds her fingers through my hair and urges me closer, panting with need.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Oh God, I’m so close. Don’t stop!”

I double my assault, plunging another finger into her wetness, grinding my face into her pussy. My cock threatens to burst out of my pants. I can’t wait to feel her come on my fingers.

Alexis’ fingers tighten, and she lets out a keening wail. The sight, the sound, thefeelof it is so fucking hot that I unzip and enter her without a moment of hesitation. Alexis swears and comes again on my cock, and I groan in ecstasy as I start to thrust into her heat.

I could be making a mistake, but from where I’m standing, taking on Alexis as my partner in life and in business might just be the best fucking decision I’ve ever made.

16

Alexis

I go to the window and take a breath, scanning the endless New York City skyline as it winks in the morning sun. Cars weave back and forth on the street below, but they are so distant that they look almost like ants, rushing to bring word of food back to their anthill. I absently finish tucking my shirt back into my pencil skirt and notice that I missed a button when I was doing it up. Whoops.

Gabriel left my office five minutes ago, but his scent lingers, strong and male. He came by to check out the designer sofa I purchased that was delivered early this morning. My core throbs with the memory. We checked it out, all right.

The phone on my desk rings, and I move to answer it, taking a seat in the high-backed leather chair. I’m still not used to all this—to the lacquered cherry desk, the sleek black phone, the fancy chair. I’ve been working for Gabriel for two weeks now, and it’s the most surreal experience.

“Hello, this is Alexis Wright,” I answer.

“Hello, Alexis Wright. This is Clara Fitzgerald.”

I chuckle. “Hello, Ms. Fitzgerald. How can I help you today?”

“Someone wanted to say hi,” she explains. “Harry, want to say hi?”

“Hi, Momma,” Harry says, almost shyly.

“Hey, baby!” I grin, though my heart aches a little. I’m not used to being away from Harry. Jessica is a great nanny, but I feel much more comfortable with Auntie Clara looking after him during the day, and it gives Clara something to do other than hours of yoga and self-reflection.

“What are you guys up to?” I ask.

“We’re making cookies with Victoria,” Clara says. “They’re in the oven right now. They smell good, don’t they, little guy?”

“I’m hungry!” Harry complains.

Clara and I both laugh.

“Are you still okay to bring him into the city for lunch?” I ask.

“Yes, indeed,” Clara replies. She adds in a husky voice, “Angelo said he’d drive and hang with me while I wait. He says he knows the best falafel truck in the city.”

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