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Victoria Pov The silence did not last.Marcus remained buried inside me, the residual pulses of his release still warm and deep. My body continued to tremble in small, involuntary waves around him. The hotel room felt suspended outside of ordinary time—the half-drawn curtains, the discarded clothes, the distant city noise all existing at a careful remove from the charged space we occupied on the bed. His forehead rested against my shoulder for another few seconds before he lifted his head and looked at me with an intensity that had not diminished.He did not withdraw.Instead he shifted his weight slightly, keeping himself seated fully inside me while one hand traced a slow path from my hip up the side of my waist. The touch was deliberate, almost contemplative, as if he were reacquainting himself with territory he had never fully surrendered. My skin still felt hypersensitive from the first climax. Every light stroke sent residual sparks through nerve endings that had not yet settle

Aria Pov The words left my mouth and the last of the distance collapsed.Alexander’s hand tightened on my thigh the moment I said it. For a single suspended second he only looked at me—eyes dark, expression stripped of every public control—as if confirming that the admission had actually been spoken. Then he moved. His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that erased the careful restraint of the entire day. The kiss was deep, demanding, and immediately consuming. I opened for him without hesitation, the thin fabric of the white nightgown suddenly feeling like the only fragile barrier left between us.He pushed me back against the cushions.The nightgown rode up as he settled over me, one knee pressing between my thighs, the hard line of his body pinning me in place. I could feel him already—thick and fully hard against my hip through his trousers. The size of him registered even before anything was removed: substantial, heavy, the same overwhelming presence I remembered from the hotel an

Aria Pov My God, I was wet.The realization hit me like a second wave of heat as Alexander’s tongue dragged through my pussy again, slow and deliberate, gathering the fresh slickness that had leaked out of me in the aftermath of the last orgasm. I was soaked. The evidence of how thoroughly he had already used me mixed with the new arousal that his mouth was pulling from me with every firm stroke. The wet, obscene sound of his tongue working through my folds filled the quiet living room and made my face burn even as my hips lifted helplessly toward his mouth.He held my thighs open wider with strong hands.There was no mercy in the way he licked me. He flattened his tongue and dragged it from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit, then circled the sensitive bud with focused, relentless pressure. My fingers twisted in the couch cushions. My head tipped back, mouth open on a broken moan as the overstimulation bordered on too much. He had already made me come twice—once on his co

Aria Pov We arrived at the company in the same controlled silence that had carried us from the breakfast table.The glass tower rose above the morning traffic with its usual indifferent gleam. Alexander stepped out first. Victoria followed with the polished ease of someone who belonged in these corridors. I walked a half-step behind them, the residual ache from the night before still present in my body and the guilt from the morning still sitting heavy under my ribs. The lobby moved around us in its familiar rhythm—employees crossing the polished floor, the soft chime of elevators, the low hum of a place that never fully slept. We rode up to the executive floor without unnecessary conversation. By the time we reached the boardroom, the long table had already been prepared, documents arranged in neat stacks, water glasses set at every place, the room calibrated for high-stakes discussion. The city stretched beyond the glass walls in sharp morning light.A few minutes later they arrive

Aria Pov I laughed as I looked at his face.The sound came out before I could stop it—short, disbelieving, edged with the strain of a morning that had already carried too many sharp turns. Albert stood at the side of my desk with the same open intensity he had carried out of the boardroom, the proposal still hanging between us as if it were a reasonable next step rather than an abrupt collision with reality. For a moment I could only stare at him, searching his expression for any trace of humor that might soften the words he had just spoken. There was none. His eyes remained steady, serious, and completely committed to the sentence he had placed in the air between us.The executive floor continued around us in its ordinary rhythm.Phones sounded softly from open doorways. An assistant passed with a stack of folders, glancing once in our direction before continuing on. The glass walls of the surrounding offices reflected the late-morning light and the controlled movement of a company