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The knot of need in my stomach coiled tighter. I was so flushed, I was sure water would steam if it touched my skin, and despite the rawness of my throat, I couldn’t stop one hand from drifting between my legs.
“Not with your hand.” Xavier’s harsh command stopped me a second before I made contact. I let out another whimper of protest, but this time, he was unrelenting. His body shifted, but he didn’t let go of my hair as he nudged his shoe between my legs. He ground the tip against my most sensitive spot, eliciting a muffled yelp.
I was so desperate for more friction I didn’t think. I simply did as he asked, and straddled his shoe. I spread my legs wider, the beautiful pressure and rub of leather against silk and tender, sensitive flesh making me ache all over.
My moans built in intensity as I picked up speed, grinding shamelessly against his shoe while he fucked my mouth.
I didn’t care how obscene this was or whether there were people on the other side of the door; I was too lost in a haze of sensation.
The bumps and ridges of the laces scraped against my swollen clit and sent sharp lightning bolts of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t believe how wet I was; I was dripping all over the floor, like this was the first time I’d ever come close to orgasm.
Still, it wasn’t enough. I wanted, Ineededmore friction, and I held on to his thigh to steady myself as I sucked and ground harder. His face fucking picked up speed to match mine, and my mind went fuzzy, my hips jerking, my movements frantic as the need built and built and—
The pressure inside me exploded at the same time warm, thick ropes of cum splashed down my throat. Xavier’s loud, guttural groan mixed with my strangled cries as the fuzziness fully blanked into a haze of white.
Shudder after shudder racked my body while I rode out my orgasm mindlessly. Everything was so warm and slick andnice, and when the haze finally cleared and Xavier’s fingers unknotted from my hair, I slumped against his leg, too exhausted to stand.
Strong hands unwound my arms from his thigh and picked me up. Xavier set me on the counter, his movements smooth and fluid as he cleaned me up.
After he finished, he straightened my dress, his eyes gleaming with amusement and lingering desire.
“Well,” he drawled, his voice husky. “If you need another favor, anything at all, I’m right here and willing.”
My laugh melted into a smile when he kissed me.
I’d ruined my dress, underwear, and makeup as well as his shoes and pants, and I didn’t know how we would get out of here without people knowing exactly what we’d been up to, but I didn’t care.
I was too sated and content, and for tonight, at least, none of my worries could touch me.
CHAPTER33
Sloane
After Saturday, I could add the Valhalla Club bathroom to the list of places I’d never look at the same again (after my office, my kitchen, Xavier’s living room, and well, pretty much every place we’d had sex).
It was a great cap to the night, but blowjobs and orgasms aside, the gala also kicked off step two of Operation Perry Wilson, which officially commenced that Monday.
I had just stepped off the elevator and into my office when a breaking-news alert popped up on my phone.
Soraya engaged in scandalous sex affair with MARRIED influencer?!the headline screamed. It was a rhetorical question.
One click took me to Perry’s blog, which expounded breathlessly on the alleged affair using details my friends had fed into the grapevine: the gifts, the secret weekend getaway in upstate New York, the airplane bathroom blowjob during a brand trip both Soraya and Bryce had participated in over the summer.
It was salacious and dishy and completely untrue, but Perry wasn’t known for his fact-checking. His post was chock-full of allegations without proof.
I smiled. He’d bought the whole story hook, line, and sinker. “Is it true?” Jillian asked breathlessly. She was already at her desk, her coffee mug full and her computer zoomed into a photo of Soraya and Bryce on their brand trip. Perry’s blog branding was splashed across the top of the screen. “Is Sorayareallysleeping with Bryce? I totally shipped them together before he got married, but—”
“Jillian.” I fixed her with an arch stare. “Is Soraya our client?”
She sighed. “No.”
“Focus on our clients, please. What’s the status on magazine profile pitches for Ayana?”
After some minor grumbling, Jillian updated me on the pitches. I sent a quick text during her tangent about how much she hated a certain editor.
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