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When he comes up, his chin glistens with my juices. He smiles at me before leaning down and kissing me again. I can taste myself on his lips, his tongue. It’s wrong, but oh so right.

I watch as he grasps his cock and strokes it while looking down at me.

“You ready, Red?” he asks, his voice raspy and… familiar, maybe? I don’t know, but then he touches me again, and all thoughts of his voice are gone. All I can think about now is a pleasure. Pure pleasure.

“Yes, Phantom,” I murmur.


“Your mask,” I say, reaching up and touching it.

“Right,” he says, leaning down and kissing me again. God, I could live on this man’s kisses. “I’ll ask you again. Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” I breathe, and he slowly enters me, breaking my cherry. “Oh, God.”

He feels so good inside of me, and I never want it to end.



She doesn’t know who I am, but I sure as fuck know who she is. I’m not ashamed to admit that I am obsessed with this girl. My first thought in the morning is of her and my last thought at night is of her in my bed. It’s a vicious fucking cycle that has to end soon. One way or another.

Scarlett is my executive assistant, but tonight, she’s all fucking mine. Watching her walk into that ballroom, wearing that blood-red dress, bursting with confidence, I knew I was doing the right thing here. I’ve earned this. I’ve dreamt of this moment for far too long, and now, I’m taking it. Taking her. Worshiping her.

Finally, the wait is over; I think as I look down at her beautiful body, spread open for me. She’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t know it. She’s also adorable. She’s a fuzzy, sock-wearing, romance book-reading, Twizzler-loving nerd. I love that and every damn thing else about her. To be with her, like this after two years of fucking my hand to the thought of her, is surreal.

I groan as I sink into her. Two long, desperate years have culminated in this one moment. I never expected her to be a virgin; she’s too goddamn beautiful, but fuck. Sinking my bare cock into her hot cunt and being the first man to do it? It’s an intense privilege I’ll never forget as long as I live. She’s so wet and tight; I’ll never last. I give her a moment to adjust, and then I move. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until I’m pounding into her with wild abandon. Her moans of pleasure spur me on. How can they not? They are all I’ve wanted to hear since the day I hired her. I could barely fucking speak to her because I was imagining what it would be like to spread her out on my desk and lick every inch of her body. She’s all curves with pale skin and freckles. I am hooked on her.

I tried to keep it professional. I swear I did. HR horror stories were going through my mind every time I tried to ask her out. As the owner of The Rawlins Corporation, I have thousands of employees who depend on me. I’ll admit, the thought of them had me stopping in my tracks, but enough was enough. I fucking made up a holiday masquerade ball in order to pursue her discreetly, but that was a mistake. One time will never, ever be enough.

Her legs are wrapped around her waist as she meets me thrust for thrust. I kiss her lips before dragging my tongue down her neck to her chest. Her nipples are raspberry-colored perfection. I wrap my lips around her tight peak, sucking and biting it. Her fingers nails score down my chest.

“Come for me, Red,” I growl, needing her release before I find mine. Her little pussy clenches around my cock, and she screams out. My balls tighten, and I fill her with my seed. An image of her round with my child flashes in my mind.

I pump my hips into her a few more times and then pull out of her. She cries out again at the loss. I lie down beside her and pull her close to me.

“I don’t know what to do now,” she says.

“Just sleep.”

“I should go,” she says, that shy girl from work returning.

“Rest, Red,” I say, grabbing her hand and lacing my fingers with hers.

“Your cock is still hard,” she says, surprising the hell out of me. Cock is a filthy word coming from her, and said cock just got a little bit harder at hearing that. Then she surprises me again when her tiny fingers wrap around my shaft, and I am about to die. She jerks my cock, until I can’t take it anymore.

“Are you sore?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head.

Grinning, I lift her up and sit her on my lap. I guide my cock into her pussy, watching it disappear, inch by inch. Fuck…. She moans loudly as we become one. Her head is tossed back, and her hair teases my thighs.