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“I don’t see why this couldn’t have waited until I’m in the office.”
“Ah, well, you see, the authorities suspect someone from our offices was involved.”
Eh, what now?
My brows furrow in confusion as I wrack my brain, trying to wrap my head around what he’s saying. A leak? The police think someone in my company leaked personal, private information that resulted in Compton’s death?
Nothing like this has ever happened before, and the timing is oddly suspicious.
“Has my father been notified?”
"Yes, sir. He's ordering everyone to come in right away for a briefing."
“Okay.” I sigh, already hating this day. “I’m on my way.”
Hanging up, I rest my head against the headboard, my eyes drifting shut.
“Is everything okay?” Emilia asks in a sleepy voice.
“One of our high-profile clients was murdered last night.”
“Oh my goodness,” she gasps.
Cracking an eye open, I gaze down at her. Her black hair is fanned out on the pillow, and her eyes are still heavy with sleep. She looks absolutely breathtaking. Waking up to her in my bed is still a novelty, and the best part of my day. I’ve gained a newfound appreciation for the simple stuff—the everyday things like having our morning coffee together, lying in on the weekends with her, and watching the news while she reads a book or grades papers beside me. Until her, those things have just been mechanical. Ways to fill the time in between going to work or class. I never slowed down long enough to actually enjoy any of it—or rather, I didn’t have anyone I wanted to cherish them with. Now, those tiny, insignificant moments make my entire day. They’re the moments I can’t wait to experience for the rest of my life—because I’ll be doing all of them with my Little Sparrow.
Staringdown at her wondrous beauty, I’d love nothing more than to roll her onto her back and wake her up the right way—with my cock driving into her pussy and my name on her lips as she falls apart beneath me.
Instead, I palm my raging hard-on and try not to think about how good she looks when she’s coming all over my dick. “Cops think it was an inside job.”
“What? How?”
I shake my head. "No idea. Dad’s called a meeting, so I guess I’ll find out when I get in."
Reluctantly, I throw back the covers, but before I can get up, Emilia tugs me back down.
"Sparrow, I need to get up," I groan as she moves to straddle me. In contrast to my words, my hands gravitate to her silky smooth thighs, gliding over her soft skin. Her hot core presses against my shaft, which twitches with need as I feel her center so close yet so far away.
“Two minutes,” she pleads. “I promise it’ll be a much better start to your day than that phone call.”
Her hands push against my shoulders until I fall back into the bed, and she climbs down my body with a smug smile, knowing just how much control she has over me.
Her fingers slide beneath the waistband of my boxers, and she pulls them over my throbbing cock, pushing them down my thighs until they twist around my ankles. Leaking precum, my erection bobs in front of her face, desperate to feel her perfect lips slide along his length.
Instead, she teases me by pressing a kiss to the tip before slowly licking around the head and down the shaft, driving me insane as I buck my hips and groan in both pleasure and pain.
“Stop fucking teasing me, Little Sparrow.”
She smirks, and I glower at her, promising vengeance if she doesn’t behave.
Unfazed, she challenges me. “Now, now, Hawk. Be a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you come down my throat.”
Fucking hell, this woman!
"Or maybe I’ll flip us over and shove my cock in that smart mouth of yours until you choke, and while you’re struggling to breathe, I’ll come down your throat. String after string until your stomach is so full of my seed you won't be hungry until dinner."
Her cheeks turn beet red at my dirty talk, her lips parting as she stares at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You’re drooling, baby,” I mock, earning a dirty look.
