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“Fuck. Come with me, kitten.”
“I ne-need,” I stutter. The ache, rising to a painfully high degree but I can’t fall over the edge. Sensing my body’s need better than my own, Dash slams his fingers against the same spot over and over.
“Give it to me,” Dash growls. “Come on my fingers like myfilthy little whore.”
I scream when he ends his dirty praise with a stinging slap to my pussy. My orgasm barrels down and I feel it on every inch of my shuddering body.
Through my fog of lust and heaven, I hear his own roar of pleasure before I feel his white hot cum splatter on my pussy. His palm makes a wet sound as he jerks his cock, spilling every drop on my skin.
A beast marking his mate.
His body drops on mine and I bask in the weight of him. His rapid heartbeat while our slick bodies come down from the mutual high. His harsh breathing slows down while placing lazy kisses over my collarbone.
I trace his muscular back before traveling up to his hair.
He inches his head up, kissing my mouth.
Running my fingers through his unruly hair that falls over his forehead, I smile and whisper, “I kinda miss your short hair.”
His lips quirk, not expecting it. “I thought you didn’t pay attention to me.”
“I didn’t.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up.”
My heart melts when he doesn’t hold back a silky laugh. He becomes strikingly handsome when he does it.
“So you did like at least one thing about me.”
“Fine. I did. You looked extremely hot. Broody. Intense.” He arches one eyebrow playfully, as if to say, ‘do I not find him attractive now?’ I slap his chest and murmur, “You are all those either way. Happy now, husband?”
His gaze becomes feral at my endearment. I read his sinful intentions and just as his fingers aim for my waist, I slip out from underneath him. I cock my hip while lifting my chin at him. “You’re not making me late for work.”
Leaning on his forearm while those chiseled abs tighten deliciously, his hooded eyes roam over my naked form as I stand near the bed. I can’t hide the way my traitorous nipples harden under his attention and when he licks his bottom lip, I tremble as though he’s caressed me.
“Stop that,” I grumble.
He innocently says, “Stop what?”
I roll my eyes, barely resisting to fall for his sensual charms and walk toward the bathroom. Without turning around, I warn, “You better be up after I’m done showering.”
I’m in the air a second later with his arm spanning my waist and he bites my earlobe before playfully growling, “Are you bossing me, kitten?”
“Yes.” He swats my ass and I yelp. “Hey!”
“Here’s an order for you, wifey,” he says, trailing kisses down my neck before enclosing us in the bathroom. “You’re never taking a shower without me.”
“Fuck. We’re never going to be on time for work, are we?”
“Good thing I’m your boss for the day.”
Chapter Fifty-four
BIANCA
Dash’s office building is as stunning and intimidating as I remember. In fact, it is the tallest high-rise on the block and befitting for the Stern and Singhania name. In a way, it makes complete sense that both men decided to merge their companies. After all, they’re so similar in many ways. Both are self-made billionaires and made their businesses away from their fathers’ shadows, choosing to make their own legacy.
