Page 45 of The Spectre


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“So give me my orgasm.”

Her body convulses around me as I pinch and bite her nipple. A warm liquid spreads on me. Did she just…? Fucking hell. That’s a first for her.

The sound of her cries fills the air, primal and raw, like that of a wild animal. I kiss her shoulder, and with one last thrust, I come so hard I see white dots dancing around my vision.

We’re both out of breath. I pull out of her, looking at her pussy. This view should be captured. She looks like a goddess. A well fucked goddess. Her body shudders as I slide two fingers inside her, shoving my cum back inside her.

“You’re beautiful with my cum inside you.” Her gaze is clouded with lust and exhaustion. Putting my slacks back on, I help her get on her feet and gently kiss her lips. “How are you feeling?” That was intense. I wasn’t gentle with her, and I can already see the print of my fingers forming around her neck. The same goes for her arse cheeks.

“Good.” Her chest is heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. “Did I…?” I smirk.

“That you did.”

“I’ve never squirted before,” she says, stunned by what just happened.

“I know.” I kiss her temples.

As she searches for her underwear, she shoots me an accusatory glance.

“You destroyed them. Again.” I smirk.

“I told you I would buy you a thousand of them. But that’s what will happen to every piece of fabric between heaven and me.” She gives me a once-over with a raised eyebrow, and I can tell a snarky comment is on the tip of her tongue.

“Maybe I should stop wearing them, then.” I take hold of her chin, lifting her face to meet my gaze.

“Try me. Put my pussy on display, and I can promise that your arse will be so sore, you won’t be able to sit for days.”

“Maybe that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Brat. Come here.” Opening the tube of cream on my desk, I can feel its silky consistency between my fingers. “Turn around and lift your dress.” Surprisingly, she does as she is told, pressing her two hands on the desk.

“Do I need to ask why you have this in your office?” I glance at her with a smirk.

“Jealous?”

“Why would I be? Your sex life doesn’t impact me.” That makes me chuckle because I know she would gladly remove each woman's eyes from their sockets if any of them dared to touch me.

She lets out a content sigh when I kiss each of her marks before spreading the cream all over her arse.

“You good?” I ask. She nods, her body relaxing.

Before I have the time to grab her a bottle of water and something to eat, she moves to grab her handbag and turns back towards me.

“Well, thank you for the mind-blowing sex, but I have to get going.” She blows me a kiss and leaves my office before I have time to clean her up.

I’m completely fucked.

Chapter 14

Blakely

Caleb’s offer to borrow one of his offices in Banes finally freed me from the confines of my sister’s kitchen, where I have been working for weeks. This place is simply gorgeous, with high ceilings that give it a sense of grandeur and a window that offers a stunning view of the greenery outside.

The enormity of the oak wood desk is only matched by the comfort of the plush sofa nestled in the corner and the convenience of having a bathroom in the office. This man doesn’t know the meaning of the word small.

I shift as I try to sit on my chair, the bruises on my arse cheeks making it uncomfortable. The events from last night come rushing back into my mind. I don’t know what came over me to make me offer him that kind of proposition. I’ve always been the shy one. Being close to him sets my nerves on fire and makes my pulse quicken. I’m not gonna lie, watching him become possessive when his employee spoke to me sent a fiery surge through my body. I’ve always loved this side of him, even though it was less pronounced before.

I never said I was sane.

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