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ly caressing my length through my pants. I groaned softly as her hand teased through the fabric, her touch sending a shudder through my body. Then,

, the other tangled in my hair like she couldn't let go. My hand, still resting on her waist, slid down slightly, my fingertips trailing down her back and found her

aring up at me. I gritted my teeth. Of all the times for her

kiss. She looked down, shyly, a smile trembling over her lips.

gering in my tone. I looked upon her face for any sign of objection. She glanced at me but I didn't gi

ath a little herky-jerky. She wanted more, to know more, I could see it in the way she

so predictable, so easy to manipulate with a kiss, a touch. Always so eager for atten

right where I wanted her. And Camilla? She was no one. Just like I'd

djusted my suit, straightening my collar. "Let's go,

el her finally relax, her steps more in sync with mine. I wiped the lingering gloss f

on my arm, folding her arms. She glared at me, frowning. I could feel the question bubbling up in her befor

, love. We don't want anyone knowing what we've been up to." My tone was play

e unhurriedly, feature by feature. "Why

wer, didn't want to be trapped by her question, because the truth was, I wasn't sure I even believed it myself. We had

he looked up at me, her eyes expectant, waiting for a real answer. I wasn't ready for that conversation. I wasn't sure I'd ever be r

ting, my voice smooth. "You know how

m, this life I'd built where I didn't answer to anyone. She and I had something fun, something that satisfied a lot of

keep my tone light, like I wasn't ful

ze to me. Her mouth dipped to an even deepe

prise. I measured her wit

y, serious conversation I'd rather avoid. Stephano. It felt strange hearing it from her lips, too formal, too

y had it. If I was being honest, I'd never stuck with one woman for this long. Isabella and I... we'd been at it for two years now.

eel like I was being backed into a corner. We'd been doing this for two years, sure, and it had been

ould see it in her eyes, the way she'd drop hints in her questio

frie

sn't a relationship. Well, it was... a sexual kind. It was convenient, goo

n understanding. An agreement that worked perfectly for me. Isabella was my mistress. That was w

at ease. But what could I say? "Come on," I repeated, my voice softer now, coaxing.

t answer, her fa

ing out. The last thing I wanted wa

this in my office?" I sugge

usual stubborn self, wasn't having it. "No!" she snapped, her

?" I said as if the answer were already obvious. This whole situation was ridiculous. She had managed

es burning into mine. "Stephano

e elevator now, standing in plain sight. People walked past

ound soothing. "Let's go to

ried her lip for a second, glancing up at me as if debating whet

g up. At least for now, she wasn't going to press me further. Well, she didn't cli

rama when my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out of my pocket, and

or a moment, debating whether to ignore it or decline it again. The last thing I needed

his time?" I