All Chapters of HIS GUILTY PLEASURE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lily’s pov“The lights in here are starting to feel too bright,” I say while I stay sprawled on the metal desk, legs still open and the latest load of cum slowly leaking out of me onto the cool surface. Jack stands between my thighs with his work shirt hanging open and his jeans shoved down just far enough that his cock rests heavy and shiny against my inner thigh. The fluorescent bulbs buzz above us and every streak of grease and sweat on our skin shows clear under the harsh white glare.He reaches down and trails two fingers through the mess between my legs, pushing some of it back inside me with a slow deliberate stroke. “We have been at this for hours and you still take me like you cannot get enough.” His voice is rough from all the talking and the fucking. “You keep looking at me with those eyes and I start thinking about what happens when we finally open those bay doors.”I push up onto my elbows so our faces are closer. “What happens is I walk out of here with your cum still

Isla’s POV“Vincent, the last batch of gallery prints is still coming off the machine. Do you want me to check the color balance on these or leave them?”He looked up from the light table, silver at his temples catching the overhead spots, those sharp photographer eyes locking on me like he was already framing a shot. Forty-eight years old and still the best in the city, the man every gallery fought over. I was his new assistant, twenty-one, hired three weeks ago after he fired the last one for showing up high. Today was the final push to finish everything before the show opened later tonight. The studio had emptied out after six. Just the two of us left with the hum of the printers and the smell of ink and fixer.“Stay,” he said, voice low and even. “I need another pair of hands on the final edits. These have to be perfect.”I nodded, setting my bag down by the desk. My stomach did that tight little flip it always did when he used that tone. The

Isla’s POV“Stand up,” he said again, quieter this time, and I pushed the chair back and rose on legs that felt less steady than they should have.He stepped aside just enough for me to move past him toward the light table. The last prints sat there under the bright lamps, finished and perfect. I could feel him watching the way the skirt moved against my thighs as I walked. My pulse hadn’t slowed since he first leaned in behind that chair.“They’re done,” I said, turning to face him. “Every last one.”“I know.” He checked the clock on the wall. It read ten. “Come on. We’ve earned a drink.”He walked over to the low cabinet against the far wall and pulled out the bottle of whiskey he kept for clients who needed softening before a big sale. Two heavy glasses followed. The sound of liquid hitting crystal was loud in the quiet studio. He poured without asking how I took it, just filled both and carried them to the old leather couch in the corner, the one that had seen more late nights

Isla’s POV“I’m not leaving,” I said again, and the words felt final the second they left my mouth.Vincent’s thumb stayed pressed to the pulse in my throat. He could feel how hard it was hammering. I knew he could. The look on his face said he liked every second of it. Then he stood, pulled me up with him, and walked straight to the main door of the studio. The bolt was already thrown from earlier but he checked it anyway, the heavy click loud in the quiet space. When he turned back his eyes were darker than I had ever seen them.“Come here.”I went. He met me halfway across the floor and walked me backward until my shoulders hit the seamless paper of the backdrop wall. The softbox lights were still on, flooding us in clean white light like we were about to start a shoot instead of whatever this was about to become. His mouth landed on mine hard, no hesitation, tongue sliding against mine while his hands shoved my top up and off in one rough moti

Isla’s POV“On your knees. Now.”I dropped. The concrete floor of the studio was cold under my bare knees but I didn’t care. His cock was still slick from fucking me, thick and hard again, and I wrapped my hand around the base and took him into my mouth without waiting for more instructions. He groaned low and buried his fingers in my hair.“That’s it. Suck it like you mean it.”I did. I hollowed my cheeks and took him as deep as I could, tongue working the underside while I stroked what wouldn’t fit. The taste of both of us was still strong. He thrust shallowly into my mouth, controlled but rough enough that my eyes watered. I kept going, greedy for every sound he made.“Fuck, Isla. Look at you. Assistant on her knees under the lights with a mouth full of cock.”I pulled off just long enough to answer. “You told me to.”“And you’re listening so well.” He guided me back down. “Don’t stop until I say.”I sucked him harder, faster, one hand rolling his balls while the other stayed wra