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I increased my pace, fucking her faster, pushing my hips to go deeper while my hands dug into her thighs. Our arousal filled the air. The sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard from the next room. I felt her pussy tighten its grip on me, bringing me closer to orgasm. I increased my pace, thrusting deeper and faster into her as the pleasure drove me further.
There was no holding back my orgasm. I groaned as I shot loads of my seed inside of her with the final thrust, she joined me, her moan growing louder as she clamped down on my pulsating cock like a vice. Out of breath, with stars in my eyes and a beautiful woman below me I collapsed beside her and pulled her into my embrace.
“When does your jet take off?” She asked in a breathless whisper.
I ran my hands through her soft tresses and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Too fucking soon.”
CHAPTER1
Jaimie
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
What a shit Tuesday it was.I'd been in two meetings and have had zero cups of coffee. Every meeting was worse than the last, and I wondered if the business had started to go down the drain. I've lost two deals in the past three months due to my shit show of a team. If it weren't for my trusted business partner Ian, I would be losing the fourth deal.
I've flown to two different countries in the past seventy-two hours to try and salvage the losses, but it was no use. My mind had been out of the game for a while. The day I left Remy was the day I took a turn for the worse. I wanted to stay with her and be with her, but I couldn't. I've been nursing my wounds with liquor for the past seven months.
I came into the office hungover, and it felt like a hammer was banging on my brain, and my stomach wouldn't stop churning. The stealthy smell of vomit made me queasy as it dried in the trash bin.
My assistant had reminded me this morning that my trip to Stonebridge was coming due in a few weeks. I've been waiting for the reminder to come for seven goddamn months, so I sent an email to the Creme de la Creme agency to set up our date. I was positive nothing could ruin my day, but I was bloody fucking wrong.
Dear Mr. Brett
We regret to inform you that Remy is no longer a Creme de la Creme provider. If you would like to arrange a date with another provider, we can set that up for you ASAP. If you no longer wish to be a Cream de la Creme member, please reply to this email with your seven-digit member number so your membership can be canceled, and your monthly fee returned.
Yours truly,
Madam
I felt like someone punched me in the gut a thousand times over as my eyes glided across the screen. My limbs turned to cement, and searing pain began to brew in my temples as my jaw clenched, but nothing was as painful as the cut that split my heart in half. The proof was in the fucking pudding, and this was the reason why I didn't do relationships, why I didn't let anyone in. I let my guard down, I let my heart lead, and now the only woman I wanted to see, the only woman my heart thumped for, was gone, and I had no idea how to get her back.
"Knock, knock," a tall blond-haired guy said. His lean frame lingered in the doorway.
"Ay mate, what can I do ya for?" I said as I watched him step forward.
His nose wrinkled to the raunch smell of vomit, and he raised his fingers to create a barrier between the scent and his nostrils.
"Ya gonna let that brew all day or?" His brows drew together as he peered over at my trash bin.
"Oh, I'm sorry, mate, let me clean that shit up right now since it's causing you so much grief. Now I know you didn't come here to fuss about my upchuck. So, what do you want?" I leaned back, closed my laptop, and watched this fucker fold his arms across his scrawny chest.
"You missed the call with MMH. They wanted to talk to you and get your input on the deal, but no one could find you. Where the hell were you?"
"Did we lose the deal?" I asked, pressing my back against the chair.
"No, Ian signed the paperwork, and we meet again next month to work out the details."
"So, you're telling me that we didn't lose the deal, that everything is fine, and that you just wasted five minutes of my precious time to pout like an entitled twelve-year-old brat?"
His face flustered, and my lips curled into a shit-eating grin. His name was Luke, and his dad got him a job working for my family business. He was young, dumb, and came barging in with a truckload of ideas, and I hated them all. He was why we lost three deals. He had no business skills, and whoever made him head of acquisition should be fired.
"I thought we were partners?" he spat.
"I don't have partners, I have employees, and you're an employee. So, get the fuck out of my office and don't come back until you fix your attitude and learn some respect, mate."
A disgusted look spilled across his pretty-boy face, and he walked out.Tough shit. I've had a throbbing cock for ten days now, and I couldn't soothe the itch anymore. I missed the meeting this morning because I wanked my dick off in the downstairs lobby bathroom and put my phone on airplane mode.
I stroked hard, replaying the night I tasted and fucked Remy with each pass. The way my hands slid up and down her soft curves as my cock thrust in and out of her wet folds. Her whimpered moans, and pleading echoes bounced off the walls of the suite. I wore her out until she was broken down and unable to walk.
