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She moaned, the little vibrations sending each and every nerve ending inside me shooting off like hundreds of tiny fireworks. I was damn near incoherent as she hollowed her cheeks and began to bob up and down, her hand working me at the base, thumb rolling along the thick vein on the underside of my cock.

My hips rocked even as I tried to hold myself still, but I wanted her so badly. No. I needed her.

“Sunny. Fuck.”

She pulled off, and I missed her lips immediately. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please.”

“But if I make you come, they’ll all see you fall apart.”

My cock pulsed in her palm. “Let them see.”

“Should I move? Show them exactly what I do to you?”

“I’m not ashamed of how you make me feel.”

She scraped the tips of her nails along the bottom of my shaft, and I nearly came then and there. My dick jerked as my balls tightened, full and aching. “Nor should you be. You’re a fucking work of art, Alek. Perfect.” She moved again, her lips now at my ear, her voice a throaty growl. “Mine.”

Then she was gone, and I let out a strangled cry of frustration, reaching for her and finding nothing but air. But her scent was everywhere, surrounding me, as the blindfold fell away. The club was gone, replaced by some sort of private room. Not a bedroom, something closer to a boardroom. A conference table sat behind me, and floor-to-ceiling windows ran the length of the wall in front of me. My Sunny stood there, her hair a wild tempest around her, a sinful smile painting her lips, full, lush curves on display. My gaze roamed her body, taking in the swell of her breasts with rosy nipples begging for my mouth, soft skin I needed to touch, and a thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs marking the spot I wanted most. A treasure I had to explore with my tongue.

She crooked a finger, beckoning me.

I was out of that fucking chair so fast, the glass groaned in protest as I slammed her body up against it with mine.

“Somebody missed me.” Her giggle went straight to my cock.

I kissed her. Hard and deep. Fucking her mouth with my tongue. Claiming her until nothing existed but the feel of her against me. The taste of her on me. “Let me in, Kærasta.”

She wrapped her thighs around my waist and notched me right at her entrance without any effort. Like I was made to slide straight inside her. So I took the gift the gods had granted me and did just that, bottoming out in a single, hard thrust.

“Alek.” She dipped her head back, the soft thud making the glass vibrate against the hand I had pressed against it.

I glanced out the window, taking in the writhing, dancing bodies of the club patrons. Anyone could look up and see us. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I gripped her hips and stood straight before pulling out of her and placing her on her feet.

“What? Don’t stop. I was enjoying that,” she protested.

“Turn around. Hands on the glass. Watch them as I fuck you.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded, doing as I instructed. I threaded my fingers through the hair at the base of her skull, gripping and tugging hard, pulling her head back and making her gasp.

“Do you like knowing they’re right there? That at any moment, one of them could look up and see exactly what I’m doing to you?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered out, her fingers clenching on the glass as she pushed her hips back against me, begging me to fill her.

Keeping hold of her hair, I slid my other hand down her belly, pressing on her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Me too.”

I sank inside, and the ragged moan she released had me already on edge.

“Tell me what you see,” I whispered, releasing my hold on her hair and wrapping that hand around her throat as I fucked into her.

“I see Kingston. He’s watching you take me.”

“Do you like it? Knowing he wishes it was him in here, filling you so well?”

“Yes.”

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