LOGINMillicent’s POVI wake up alone again, and for some reason, I’m whiny about it. I think I’m getting a bit too clingy. There’s a note on the counter in his handwriting.SEE YOU AT THE OFFICE. DON’T SKIP BREAKFAST. I stare at it for a second, then crumple it and throw it in the bin. Typical. Soft enough to leave toast and a note, cold enough to disappear before I open my eyes.I force down half a slice and head to the office. Nina’s already waiting for me in the lobby when I arrive. She hands me a cup of coffee and tells me the interviewees are already here for the position of my assistant. They are over half an hour early.My stomach knots when she says that. I honestly don’t want an assistant. Especially one who probably won’t last a month. Damon will have them running within a week. Over a small mistake.“Do I really have to sit through this?” I ask her.Nina gives me a look. “Your uncle’s orders. He wants someone in place by next week.”I sigh and walk toward the executive
Damon’s POVI wake up with Millicent draped over me like a blanket. My phone is ringing on the nightstand. I quickly reach for it and press the side button to put it on silent.Yelena’s name is on the screen.I gently move Milly’s arm, get off the bed, and step out of the room before answering.“The clinic called,” Yelena says immediately. Excitement thick in her voice.I’m pretty certain she received the results via email last night, just like I did. There’s no need for her to tell me the clinic called unless she wants to address things immediately.She continues when I don’t say anything. “The results are ready. They said we can collect them this morning.”I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge just for something to do. “Is that what you want to do?”“Yes. Can you come with me?” she asks. I almost laughed at the smile in her voice, but I keep my cool.I shut the fridge door with my foot. “No. Aaron will take you. Go collect them. I’ll meet you at the house.”There’s a
Millicent’s POVI’m filled to the core and it still doesn’t feel like enough.I lift up until just the thick head is stretching me open, then drop back down hard. The wet sound it makes is filthy. My tits bounce with every thrust and I don’t even try to stop them. Damon is staring up at me like he’s never seen me before.I plant my hands on his stomach and start riding him in short, deep strokes that make my ass slap against his thighs. His cock is so thick and long, every time I take him all the way in I feel it in my stomach.Every part of me is more sensitive now, especially my tits and my cunt.“Fuck,” I breathe, biting my lip the way I know he likes. “You’re so deep.”His hands tighten on my hips but he doesn’t take over. He’s letting me use him. That alone makes me clench around him.I lean forward a little so my tits hang closer to his face and keep bouncing on his cock. The friction on my clit is perfect. I’m already close again. My thighs are shaking. I don’t care. I ju
She pushes back against me without fully waking, hips rolling in tiny, needy movements. I spit again, let it run down the crease, and follow it with my tongue, pushing just the tip inside while my other hand slides under her and finds her clit through the soaked cotton of her panties.She’s already dripping.I rub her in tight circles and keep working her ass with my mouth until her whole body goes rigid. A loud moan tears out of her as she comes, thighs shaking hard around my head, pussy pulsing against my fingers, asshole clenching around the tip of my tongue. I lick her through every tremor, slow and filthy, until she collapses flat on the mattress.Then I pull back, grab her hip and turn her over in one smooth move. She lands on her back, eyes half-open, lips parted, still breathing hard. I climb over her and take her mouth.The kiss is soft at first. Warm. Wet. Her lips taste like the leftover salt of her own skin. Fuck. I missed this. Feels like I haven’t had her in months
Damon’s POVI lean back in my chair and check my phone again under the table. Still nothing from Millicent. She wasn’t feeling too good yesterday. She seemed better in the morning. But who knows with these things.Simon keeps talking. Procurement timelines, vendor delays, the usual shit that makes people feel important. I barely listen. It’s already past lunch. This meeting ran later than I like.“Hold on,” I say.He stops mid-sentence, and everyone looks at me.I wave Aaron over. He leans down and I keep my voice low.“Call Millicent. Find out if she’s okay. I haven’t heard from her since morning.”Aaron nods once and steps out of the room without asking questions.I turn back to the table. “Continue.”Simon clears his throat and picks up where he left off. Something about revised delivery schedules and a three-week buffer on the East Coast shipments. I force myself to look at the slides even though my mind is elsewhere.My phone vibrates.Yelena.SAW YOUR NIECE AT A DINER
Millicent’s POVI pretend to be listening to Ciara as I fake a sip of the red wine. She keeps going on and on about things I don’t really care about. My focus is on Yelena.My ears prick up when she yells at the pimp.“Will you shut up!”Half the diner looks at them. Yelena looks to her sides but doesn’t look behind her. Probably guessing that I’m watching them. Maybe even feeling my stare burning into her back.She looks stiff as hell, shoulders tight, hands flat on the table like she’s fighting for composure. Greg the pimp just smirks and taps ash into a cup, completely ignoring the no smoking sign.Whatever they’re talking about, it’s not business. I know business talk, and that’s not it. Who the hell tells a client to shut?Ciara leans toward me. “Are you even listening?”I don’t answer her. I’m still watching.Yelena says something else I can’t hear. The man leans in closer. She shakes her head hard. Then she stands up like she can’t sit there another second.He stays se







