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I’ve never felt this way before.
His grip tightens on my waist, and he increases his pace. His thrusts are fire, possessing me and burning inside of me.
Unexpectedly, he pulls me up from the desk, holding me to his body with his fingers clutching my ass. He continues to thrust as he holds me, and I collapse against him, helpless. He goes over to the glass wall of his office, and moves away from me while still keeping me on my feet. He turns me around so I can see the Manhattan skyline, rows and rows of skyscrapers sparkling in the streetlights.
I gasp. I’m completely naked and looking down at places where the important people of New York sit day in and day out. But I cannot bring myself to feel shame, not when I can feel him pressing against me.
I arch my back, searching for him with the lips of my pussy. He groans as I slide backwards, fitting him inside me.
He now thrusts feverishly, grunting as he does so. My breasts are splayed against the window, and I’m staring down at Manhattan as he fucks me.
“Georgina,” he mutters after a few seconds. Hearing my name on his lips makes me go crazy, and I arch even more into him.
That seems to do it. Bran lets out his loudest groan yet as he comes, holding on to my breasts as his fluid flows into me. I jerk backwards into him as another orgasm comes crashing through my body. I’m powerless, completely helpless, in the face of the pleasure that wrecks me.
So powerless, I almost forget that we did notuse a condom.
CHAPTER11
BRAN
“What’s wrong with you, man?” Theo asks as he enters my living room. “You look like you’re going through a terrible divorce.”
I glance at my brother, who appears to have just returned from a morning run. His T-shirt is drenched in sweat, and droplets fall onto my carpet as he strides to my fridge and grabs a water bottle.
“Nothing,” I say, eyeing him as he pulls up a stool and sits on it. Theo’s apartment is only a few blocks from mine, but his morning drop-ins are so frequent, I’ve gotten used to it. “Just the election.”
Theo twists the bottle cap and empties the water down his throat in a single gulp.
“Why does it feel like you’re using the upcoming election as an excuse to escape your problems?” he says suddenly.
Point for brotherly intuition,I think.
“I don’t have any problems,” I say again.
He starts to leave and yells over his shoulder. “Get Ms. Cheverton to start breakfast. I’ll take a shower and join you afterwards.”
I completely ignore him. It is either that or remind the blank wall that he hashis own apartment and his own chef.
I sent a text to Georgina hours ago. I’ve never been the one to do the morning-after check-ins.
But then again, no woman I’ve been with came close to Gigi.
And right now, all I want to do is to send a follow-up text asking her to meet again. I would have thought our wild evening would rid me of how badly I wanted her. But it did quite the opposite.
I grow hard as I remember banging her on my desk and against my office wall. So hard that, if she appeared right now, I’d fuck her again without a condom.
Something I’ve never done before Gigi.
I pick my phone up and go to my messages. It reads delivered.Irritated, I silently urge her to pick up her phone and see the message.
But then, this isGigi. She could see the message and choose to ignore it.
I’m distracted when my cook, Ms. Cheverton, saunters into the living room.
“What would you like for breakfast?” she asks, smiling at me. She’s been my cook for a little over three years now, and she never stops grinning when she talks to me.
“Nothing,” I say darkly. The thought that Gigi could be willfully ignoring me makes me angry. Yes, I had waited for about twelve hours to text her, mostly because I was aware that I shouldn’t. Things had gone too deep too fast with her. There was no need to deepen it any further.
