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Andrew's POV

I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy.

Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

She stared up at me, eyes glazed with need and lips parted in silent invitation. The hungry plea in her eyes was too strong to deny and I was ready to claim her, hard and relentless.

I slapped my cock against her soaked pussy and a broken moan spilled from her lips. Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed in slowly, her whimper breaking as her hole swallowed every inch of me.

“Ahhh…..fuck.” I growled as the searing heat of her walls clenched right around me.

She gripped the sheets, her body arching beneath me as I drove into her, each thrust deep and deliberate. Her hair spilled wildly across the bed, her breasts bouncing with every movement.

She cried out my name, her voice breaking with pleasure as I pumped harder, losing myself in the rhythm of her body.

I lifted her leg and hooked it over my shoulder. Then, I drove into her deeper and faster, the slap of my balls against her asshole echoing in the rhythm of her cries. Each plunge pressed me against her sweet spot, making her shudder beneath me.

Her moans spilled out, slurred and needy and her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

“Yes… fuck me,” she begged, her voice breaking as her body arched into mine.

I drove into her harder, my rhythm ruthless with every thrust dragging another cry from her lips. She clutched the sheets, her body trembling under the onslaught.

“Andrew—” her voice cracked, breathless and desperate. “I… it’s coming!”

A feral growl ripped from my throat, my desire raw and commanding.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” I urged, my pace unrelenting. “Cum for me.”

Her climax washed over her in waves, her body arching as she gripped my hand like an anchor.I slammed into her nonstop until with a guttural roar, I buried myself deep one final time and spilled into her, holding her close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion.

I collapsed beside her, panting, every nerve in my body still buzzing. Damn. She was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me.

I turned to her. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her nipples still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn’t my first time with a woman, but it was, without question, the best. And I already knew I wanted more.

She caught me staring, and a soft smile curved her lips.

“You fuck real good,” she whispered still panting

I smirked, my gaze shamelessly glued to her chest. My hand slid over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rolling it between my fingers until she gave a sharp intake of breath.

“You’re really not tired, are you?” she teased, her voice soft.

I leaned closer, about to answer with my mouth on hers, but the sudden shrill ring of my phone cut through the moment.

Cursing under my breath, I reached for the device on the bedside table. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Roxie calling. Great.

Roxie was my stepsister. She had a brother, Matthew, who was my step brother and the three of us never got along. I was the oldest while Roxie was the youngest amongst us. Roxie was like the "middle ground." She supported me sometimes but Matthew and I were openly hostile. We hadn’t spoken in years. They were my father’s children from his mistress, and though I had once tried to make peace with Matthew, I quickly realized he was the complete opposite of what I expected. Petty, arrogant, and impossible to tolerate.

I pulled on my trousers, and stepped onto the balcony to call Roxie back.

“Hello, Andrew.” Her high-pitched voice chimed through the line. “How have you been?”

“Good,” I replied curtly. She rarely called me, so my guard was already up.

“Where are you?”

“On a trip.”

“Mm-hmm.” Her tone carried a hint of suspicion, as if she didn’t quite believe me. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” I repeated, more dismissively this time. I didn’t want to talk.

She noticed, because her tone shifted. “Well, since you’re obviously busy, I’ll get straight to the point. Matthew’s getting married.”

A laugh broke out of me, harsh and mocking. Matthew? Getting married? The same Matthew who couldn’t keep a girlfriend longer than a month? The same reckless fool who treated women like toys?

“How’s that supposed to concern me?” I asked flatly.

Her pause told me she was waiting for the moment to drop the bomb. Then she said it. “It should concern you. Remember what Dad said? Whoever marries first takes over the company.”

My grip tightened around the phone. Shit. How had I let that slip from my mind?

Of course. Matthew wasn’t satisfied being the bastard son who forced his way into our family. He still wasn't okay with the fact that father made him the managing director of Blake shopping complex, a mall owned by our family. Now, he wanted more. He wanted everything. My inheritance. My legacy.

And if I didn’t move first… he’d take it all.