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“Do you feel how good this is? How right?” I whispered as I began to pump into his arse with strong, hard strokes. He grabbed the edge of the desk to hold on as I let loose and fucked him with all the pent-up frustration that had been building for weeks. I grabbed his shoulder for leverage, and my hips moved faster, frantic in my desire to get lost in his body. It was the only place I needed to be.
“I’m yours, Ro,” Andrew moaned. The desk began to creak with the weight and movement of our bodies, but at this point the whole thing could collapse and I wouldn’t care.
“Love,” I panted. “I need you.”
I felt his hole tighten around my dick as I pumped harder, faster and then he moaned my name, covering my desk with his cum. I was almost there, reaching higher and higher until I crested the wave and surrendered to the ultimate pleasure. The orgasm flowed through me like a shockwave, and I was capable of nothing but breathing. I clutched to his body, holding tight, not letting go. Collapsing on top of him, I pressed frantic kisses on his back, his neck, anywhere I could touch him. I slowly withdrew and watched my cum running down his thighs. Rubbing it into his skin, I reveled in marking him with my scent. Mine. Andrew finally raised up and slowly turned around, sitting on my desk and pulling me in between his legs, reaching up for a ravenous kiss.
“I love you,” Andrew murmured against my lips, and I shuddered as the reality of his declaration sank in. “I needed to tell you, show you. How much, so much.”
“I love you too,” I moaned as Andrew wrapped his strong legs around my waist and rocked his hips. “I don’t want to be anywhere else but in your arms.”
“Let’s go up to your bedroom,” Andrew whispered, and I nodded. We quickly cleaned up the mess on the desk, he threw on his clothes, and we headed out into the hallway. Not a sound could be heard. Running upstairs, we locked ourselves in my suite. We made love again and talked until the early morning hours. It was magical, sensual, perfect.
The next day chaos erupted, and our lives would never be the same.
TWENTY-FOUR
ANDREW
My phone began to ping. It was 4 AM. When I glanced at the content, including several messages and an article forwarded from Rowan’s media team, my entire body froze.
Entertainment News Daily: Exclusive photos of UK playboy billionaire Rowan Carter as he comes out of hiding from his self-imposed isolation. In the first, Rowan’s washed-up Hollywood bestie, Dylan Aylmer, and a third man were spotted at a beach club with Carter in St. Thomas in December. Sources say the mystery man in the picture is Andrew Slater, and he currently works for Carter. The second picture has Carter and Slater holding hands on the beach in Saint Martin on New Year’s. We reached out to Carter’s PR rep on the status of their relationship, but they had no comment. Does this news put an end to the rumors of a reconciliation between Carter and his ex, UK TV host Jojo Egeley? Mr. Egeley had no comment either. In other news…
CarterMedia:contact us immediately!
Fuck. I looked through my messages, noting one that Hunter sent me late last night.
Hunter:Your face is all over social media!Your boss is who you were referring to when you asked me about sex with a colleague? CALL ME ASAP!
Andrew:Calm down, Hunt. I have things under control.
Hunter:He’s your boss! Do you know how many harassment suits I file every year?
Andrew:We’re consenting adults. And we love each other.
Hunter:What are you going to do?
Andrew:I’ll call when I have a handle on next steps
So, this was the kind of shit Rowan had to deal with on a regular basis. No wonder he needed to escape. He tried to warn me, but I’d been too busy listening to my dick. And then my heart. My head lost the battle.
Rowan’s phone began to chime in tandem with mine, and I woke him.
“Read this,” I said as I shoved my phone in his face. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. My anxiety took hold, and I got out of bed, pacing back and forth.
“Christ. It’s not good but not a total disaster. The important thing is not to panic. It’s just tabloid trash. I’ll reach out to the media team and get a plan in place.”
“Hunter already knows because we’re all over social media. Read the next text from your media lead. They want you to call them now. Fuck!”
Rowan shook his head but said nothing. His face was ruddy, and he was trying to take deep breaths.
“What’s wrong? Do you need your inhaler?” I kneeled in front of him, but he shook his head.
“I’m fine. I just want quiet for a bit.” He clutched his head. Then closed his eyes. “Sorry, I think it’s my blood pressure. God, my head is throbbing.”
“Jesus, Rowan. It’s all my fault.” I made to get up, but Rowan gripped my hands tightly in his.
“I’m fine, I have to take my meds. And I’m just as much to blame for this situation. I love you, and I want this relationship, but it won’t be easy. The last time I was devoured by the tabloids. I vowed I’d never go through that again.”
