Page 24 of Spiral Lies

"Quiet, angel," he rasps, biting my ear. "Don't let anyone hear you."

I bite my tongue, trying like hell to be quiet as he slips his hand inside my panties, playing with me until my damn legs give out. His thick fingers stretch me open and leave me reeling before his cock is right there, filling me so full I can't help but choke on his name.

The way he keeps me pinned to the desk, helpless and completely at his mercy, as he slams into me, is a kind of heaven I don't ever want to leave. I feel him everywhere, pressing his adoration into my skin, whispering his filth into my ear, fucking his worship into me.

"Christ, I love this hot little pussy," he growls, biting the side of my throat. "I love how wet it is, how tight it is, how hard you let me fuck it." His stubble grazes my skin, igniting brand-new fires. "I'm going to keep you on my cock for the rest of my life, Seraphina."

"Yes, yes," I choke out. "Please."

He grinds his thumb against my clit, and I detonate, biting my tongue to keep from screaming his name. The waves pull me under, drowning me in ecstasy as he grunts my name, planting himself deep. The way he shudders around me, his cock pulsing deep, has me shaking through aftershocks that feel like a brand-new orgasm.

I'm still trying to come back to earth when he spins me around, lifting me into his arms. He stumbles to his chair before dropping, his face buried in my hair.

"You're marrying me," he whispers, awe in his tone.

"Yeah," I say, my smile fuzzy, "I am."

Epilogue

Stone

Two Years Later

"Miriam!" I shout through the closed door. "I need my schedule!"

"Hold your horses, Stone!" she yells back. "I'm busy."

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. It's been two years since she took over as my assistant, and I swear to Christ, the number one item on her to-do list every day is to tell me to fuck off. She does it loudly and often.

Seraphina thinks it's hilarious. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if my gorgeous wife didn't put her up to it. She revels in my misery, and I let her because we both know I earned it during the six months she worked for me.

Now, she's just down the hall, where I can keep an eye on her without putting either of our jobs at risk. Okay, that's a lie. I fuck her in this office as often as humanly possible, risking our jobs on a weekly basis. But I'm not her boss anymore, and we've never been caught, so I don't plan to stop anytime soon.

My office door opens.

"Finally," I growl. "I swear to Christ, Miriam, if you tell me to hold my horses one more time, I'm telling Jake that you're the one who replaced all the photos in his office last week."

Seraphina's bright laughter spills across my office.

I jerk my gaze up, my mind going blank when I see her in the doorway, smiling at me the way she always does—like I'm her world. Jesus. She's so fucking beautiful. Every day, she just grows more stunning.

"You know," she says, stepping into my office, "he spent all day staring at those photos, convinced he was losing his mind."

"Blame his wife," I mutter, crooking my finger for my wife to come to me. "She was mad at him for something he did in a dream."

Seraphina giggles, nudging the door closed behind her before she scurries across the office to me, not stopping until she's curled up on my lap with her head on my shoulder.

"How's my baby?" I ask, resting my palm over her little bump.

"Hungry." She peeks up at me, grinning. "He wants nachos."

"He does, huh?" I smirk at her, shaking my head. "I think we can make that happen for him, angel."

"We can," she agrees, her eyes locking on my lips. "But you aren't invited."

"What the fuck?" I scowl at her.

"I'm having lunch with Miriam today. We have things to discuss."