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nd of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her bo

ectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was

n silent invitation. The hungry plea in her eyes was too stro

lled from her lips. Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed in s

as the searing heat of her w

into her, each thrust deep and deliberate. Her hair spilled wi

ing with pleasure as I pumped harder, l

d faster, the slap of my balls against her asshole echoing in the rhythm of her cr

red and needy and her eyes w

ged, her voice breaking as

y thrust dragging another cry from her lips. She clutc

ked, breathless and despe

from my throat, my des

go," I urged, my pace u

lammed into her nonstop until with a guttural roar, I buried myself deep one final time and spil

credible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the

s still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn't my first time with a w

ing, and a soft smi

ood," she whisper

id over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rollin

ired, are you?" she t

y mouth on hers, but the sudden shrill r

device on the bedside table. I glanced at th

Roxie was like the "middle ground." She supported me sometimes but Matthew and I were openly hostile. We hadn't spoken in years. They were my father's children from his mist

, and stepped onto the b

itched voice chimed through

. She rarely called me, s

re ar

a t

t of suspicion, as if she didn't

e dismissively this time

, since you're obviously busy, I'll get strai

arried? The same Matthew who couldn't keep a girlfriend longer

osed to concern m

e bomb. Then she said it. "It should concern you. Remember w

the phone. Shit. How had I

till wasn't okay with the fact that father made him the managing director of Blake shopping complex

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