Page 88 of The Final Deal

“Call me Charlie,” he says with a knowing smirk. “I’ll be in touch.”

After he shuts the door, I back up until the desk hits my thighs and plop down. “What the actual fuck.”

Adrian breaks his stare from the door only to move it to the wall ahead. He blinks rapidly. “I can honestly say I didnotsee that coming.”

I run through the past year, from when I first met Abjured at Dirty Peach to New Year’s Ball. They specifically requested me, but I left the studio; Charlie called me up the week after news broke about Tainted Memories’ on-stage suicide to throw Abjured’s name onto the bill; and he’s practically been my right hand as I planned the lifetime tickets giveaway for NYB.

“He likes to play the long game,” I repeat. My head shakes slowly in disbelief. “He’s been playing my entire fucking life.”

Adrian moves until he’s directly in front of me, feet in between mine and his hand resting on my neck. “I’m gonna be here with you, no matter what he’s got planned.”

My gaze softens. “Hon, I wish you didn’t do this. I got you out.”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs as he smooths my hair away from my face. “Didn’t you feel it on stage at NYB, though? All that power running through your body from people selling their souls to you?”

My breath hitches at the faint memory coursing through my veins. Automatically, I stretch and ball up my hands like they’re buzzing with energy. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

The gleam in his eye is seductive. “The sex, the drugs, the music, the power—I don’t really want to give any of it up.”

“But you gave up all the sex for me,” I remind him.

The signature Ramos smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Why would I wanna fuck a groupie when I could fuck my wife all I want?”

We grin at each other as he draws closer and he presses his mouth against mine.

His tongue dives past my lips, eager to explore me on my desk. I invite him inside as my hands roam down his chest and abdomen until I cup him through his jeans.

He laughs breathily. “Shit.”

I unbutton his jeans so I can pull his cock out to play. “You ever had a workplace fantasy?”

“Every fucking day of my life.”

I stop stroking his chub and pull away from him. “About who?”

He takes my hand and leads it back to his growing erection. “About you, princesa,” he murmurs before capturing my mouth again.

His lips trail down my neck, and he palms my pussy through my jeans. Our breath grows hot and heavy between us until he can’t take it anymore and throws my shirt off.

“God,” he groans into my chest, “I wanna bend you over your desk and teach you a lesson for bein’ a bad secretary.”

I pinch his side until he swats at me. “Sir, I’m the boss lady. I thinkyou’re the one who needs a lesson on his knees.”

The epitome of “say less” lands on his knees, fingers deftly moving to unbutton my jeans and peel them from my legs. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down my thighs and tosses my clothing aside, leaving me in my bra and panties.

He tugs the fabric aside to expose my pussy. His tongue darts out and lashes between my lower lips until I throw my head back and moan softly.

“I really need this promotion, Miss Boss Lady,” he says below me in a husky voice. “I got a new wife at home. She’s countin’ on me to support her.”

Desire puts my head in a dizzying tailspin, forcing my hands to move quickly to shove my underwear off and unhook my bra. “Show me how good of an employee you’ll be here, Mr. Ramos, and I’ll consider it.”

Adrian faceplants in my cunt, licking me until I’m a sopping, trembling mess on my own desk. I run a hand through his hair and latch onto thick locks, forcing his face deeper into me so I can ride his face harder.

“Fuck, Dree,” I groan.

He laps at my clit relentlessly, running his tongue over the hardened bud repeatedly until my legs shake violently over his shoulders. My hips buck, eager for the release that it knows only he can give in the way I need it.

My head tilts back and bangs against the desk as I succumb to the pleasure, crying out Adrian’s name a little too loud for it to not be heard past my office door and the door leading out to thevenue. And he doesn’t stop licking me—not until I push his face away, and again when I lightly smack him to shoo.

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