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“You argued with me on purpose,” I accuse.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face.

“You shouldn’t think I haven’t noticed,” he says, his voice dropping lower, “how wet you get when we argue.”

My breath catches.

“It turns you on.”

Before I can deny it, his lips are on mine.

Before I can catch my breath from his kiss, Andrei suddenly lifts me and sets me on the edge of the massive desk. My dress rides up my thighs as he steps between my legs, crowding me.

His mouth claims mine again, deeper, filthier. His tongue strokes against mine while his hands slide under my dress, pushing my panties aside. Two thick fingers drag through my already soaked folds before he pushes them inside me.

I gasp into his mouth.

His eyes stay locked on mine as he starts fucking me with his fingers, slow at first, then faster, scissoring them deep inside my pussy, curling them against that spot that makes my toes curl.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he growls against my lips, swallowing every moan that escapes me. “This greedy little cunt is dripping for me.”

I clutch his shoulders, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand as he pumps his fingers harder, the wet sounds of my arousal echoing obscenely in the quiet office. He adds a third finger, stretching me open, his thumb circling my swollen clit until my thighs start to shake.

“Come for me, wife,” he demands, voice rough. “Let me feel this pussy squeeze my fingers.”

I shatter with a broken cry, coming hard around his fingers, gushing all over his hand and the edge of the desk. He keeps stroking me through it, drawing out every pulse until I’m whimpering and oversensitive.

Only then does he pull his fingers out, bring them to his mouth, and lick them clean while holding my gaze.

With one hand, he frees his cock, which is already leaking. He lines himself up and pushes inside me in one long, relentless stroke.

Even though we’ve fucked multiple times now, the stretch still burns in the most delicious way. I whimper, nails digging into his arms as my walls flutter around his girth, trying to adjust.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, pausing deep inside me, letting me feel every inch. “You take my cock so well.”

He starts moving, slamming into me hard and deep. I hold onto his arms, moaning loudly as he fucks me without mercy, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against my ass.

“Yes— Andrei— oh God—”

I come again, hard and sudden, crying out his name so loudly I pray the security guards on the ground floor can’t hear me.

He groans, burying himself to the hilt as he comes right after me, flooding my pussy with hot, thick spurts of cum.

We stay locked together, panting. I drop my forehead against his chest and start laughing breathlessly.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, voice still rough with pleasure, his cock still twitching inside me.

“We just christened my new office,” I manage between giggles.

He smiles against my hair. “We sure did.”

He brushes damp strands of hair away from my face, looking down at me with those intense eyes. “So… will you come work here?”

I bite my lip, suddenly nervous again. “I’m not sure… I mean, CFO of a company is a huge position. Not just any company, a billion-dollar company. I don’t even know if I’ll know what to do here.”

Andrei cups my cheek. “You’ll figure it out. You’re smart. Intelligent. You’ll do just fine.”

I tilt my head, searching his face. “Is that so?”