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“You gonna come on my cock now too?” I hiss.
“Uh-huh,” she breathes.
“That’s my good girl,” I hiss as her juices coat me and her walls milk my cock as I pull another orgasm from her. The sound of her moaning my name tips me over the edge and I drive into her one last time as I find my own release.
“Conor!” she groans as I pull out of her and our cum drips down her thighs.
“You’re so fucking hot, Angel!” I growl as I pull her up and spin her around to face me. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes glazed as she smiles at me.
“You’re pretty hot yourself, big guy,” she pants as she wraps her arms around my neck again and places a soft kiss on my throat. “Now where are my panties?”
“You’re not getting them back,” I chuckle.
“You’re getting to be worse than Mikey for stealing my panties.”
“I didn’t steal them. They were willingly given,” I remind her.
“Hmm,” she purrs, fluttering her eyelashes at me. “If you give them back to me, I’ll help you go over the accounts.”
“But you’re going to do that anyway, and it will be much more fun having you working in here with me if you’re not wearing any panties.”
“You’re a deviant,” she says with a wicked grin.
“Because you got me pussy-drunk.” I squeeze her ass and she squeals.
As she opens her mouth to give me a snappy comeback, we’re interrupted by a knock at the door. I straighten her dress but I keep my arms around her waist as she turns to face the door.
“Come in,” I bark, annoyed at being disturbed when I’m alone with her.
A second later, our head of security for the club, Chester, pops his head into the room. “Sorry, Boss,” he says with a wince as he realizes he’s interrupted us. “But someone is here to see you.”
“Tell them to make an appointment with my secretary,” I snap and she shivers in my arms. Chester shakes his head in frustration. I don’t have a secretary.
“Actually, it’s not you he’s here to see,” Chester goes on. “I was talking to Jessie.”
My arms tighten instinctively around her. She rarely has visitors and the few she’s had in the past have always led to trouble.
“Who the fuck is it?” I snarl before Jessie has a chance to speak.
“I don’t know, but he asked for Jessica Ivanov,” Chester replies and my blood freezes in my veins. Nothing good has ever come from hearing that name. We buried Jessica Ivanov and her entire legacy over twelve months ago. Nobody has called her by that name since.
“Fuck!” I hiss, anger rumbling through my chest as I pull her closer.
“What does he look like?” she asks.
“Just a kid. Maybe twenty-one. Looks young enough to be carded if he tried to get in here while the place was open for business.”
“Is he Russian?” I ask.
“Sounded American to me.”
“What the fuck did you say when he asked for Jessica?” I snap, barely able to contain my anger.
“I brought him into the club and left him at the door with two of our bouncers. I figured you’d want to at least speak to the guy?” Chester replies.
“Hmm.” I run a hand over my jaw. “Sit him at the bar and I’ll deal with him shortly.”
“Sure, boss,” Chester says with a nod and then he walks out of the room leaving us alone again.
