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I shake my head.

Getting to work, I say hello to my sister then head upstairs to my desk. Eli and Cyrus are busy, and the phone won’t stop ringing. The moment I put it down, I pick it straight back up again.

Chapter 6

• Adeline •

I’m busy for most of the day and don’t notice the heat slowly creeping back in. At first, I think the heating setting is too high as I grab the remote and fiddle with it, dropping the temperature.

I get up and fill my water bottle; it’s the third time I have filled it in two hours. Cyrus steps out of the elevator with some coffee before sniffing the air.

“You don’t feel too comfortable,” he says.

“I’m fine, just a little warm.”

He walks toward me. He places his hand on the side of my neck. A guttural moan leaves my lips at his touch, sparks rushing south.

He snorts. “Yeah, real fine as long as no one touches you.”

I slap his hand away, embarrassed.

“Come see me if you get too uncomfortable,” he laughs, handing me my coffee.

I set it aside, knowing it will just make me hotter. Instead, I drink from my water bottle and sit. Since Cyrus left, the throb between my legs has amplified, and I curse him out for touching me.

I reply to a few emails, trying to ignore the feeling but the pulsating gets worse, my thighs becoming slick with my arousal. I look toward their closed office doors debating whether to go see Cyrus. Turning the phone to voicemail, I get up and am about to knock on his door when it opens, his hand wrapping around my wrist as he jerks me inside.

“Didn’t think you would last long,” he growls, his lips going to mine as he presses me against the wall.

His hand tugs at my skirt, pulling it up higher. His lips move to my neck, and I moan at the feel of his lips nipping and sucking on my skin. I grip his shirt, tugging him closer as his fingers press to the damp material of my panties, applying pressure, yet it isn’t enough to kill my burning desire. Reaching between us, I tug on his belt but he drops to his knees and tosses my leg over his shoulder.

“Cyrus…” I gasp when I feel his tongue run over the damp fabric before pulling them aside.

His tongue is moving between my wet folds, my hips arching toward his face and moving against his lips as he sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth. A breathy moan escapes my lips just as the door opens. I jump only to see it’s Eli, his lips crashing down on mine, his hand going to the back of my neck as he swallows my moans.

“Well, this is a lawsuit waiting to happen,” he mumbles against my lips.

“She came to me,” I hear Cyrus growl, the vibration making my head go back against the wall as my walls flutter.

Eli undoes my blouse before dipping his face and sucking my breast that isn’t covered by my bra. I grip his hair, his teeth grazing my skin just as Cyrus’s tongue plunges inside me, his grip on my thigh tightening as my legs give way. Eli presses closer, holding me against the wall as my orgasm rips through me, washing over me in waves. My hips move against his face and I cry out before Eli kisses me, muffling the sound.

Cyrus releases me, his hands pushing my skirt higher as he stands, undoing his belt and releasing his massive length. Eli’s lips move off mine as Cyrus grabs me before pushing me toward his desk, his hand swiping everything on his desk off onto the floor with a loud crash before bending me over it. His length presses against my thigh below my ass when he taps my feet, wanting me to open them. I do, and I feel his tip press against my swollen lips before sheathing himself inside of me.

“Fuck!” he breathes as he pulls out before slamming back in, his hand going to my shoulder, pushing me flat against his desk.

Eli’s hands fist a handful of my hair, pulling my head back, and I can see the bulge in his pants as he stands on the other side of the desk in front of me. His lips devour mine but then I hear the familiar ding of the elevator, signalling someone has stepped onto the floor.

“Damn, he’s early,” Eli growls, letting me go.

I try to stand but Cyrus pulls me upright and against him. Eli adjusts himself before slipping out of the room.

“Shh…” Cyrus whispers, moving slower as he thrusts into me, his hand going inside my blouse while his lips move to my neck.

I moan at the feel of his cock deep within my walls, and I feel him chuckle, sucking my mark and enticing a louder one out of me. His hand covers my mouth, trying to muffle the sound. His hand leaves my blouse as he presses a hand against my stomach, pulling my hips back against him, making my back arch before driving himself into me.

My walls are clenching his cock as the familiar tightening of my stomach makes my skin heat. I move my hips, meeting his thrusts, my head rolling forward as I try not to cry out and alert whoever stands in the corridor to what we are doing in the office. Cyrus’s relentless pounding becomes jerky, and I feel my orgasm tear through me again. Cyrus’s hand clamps down on my lips as I cry out, my walls fluttering and eyes closing, as the feeling washes over me. My heat dies down and Cyrus tenses behind me, his hot seed spilling into me and coating my insides as he stills. Cyrus pulls out of me, and I feel his fingers adjust my panties back into place, his lips going to my cheek, kissing it.

“Better?” he asks, and I nod, unable to speak.