Stripping the CEO
"Sure you don't want me to carry you? You can still walk?"
Clara snorted in reply, and forced her legs to move ahead of him, unaware of her disheveled look.
With a smirk clouding his eyes, Andre walked ahead of her to get the board out of the way, leading her to the control room.
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Clara woke up in the wee hours of the morning to aching sore muscles and weakness, her hair scattered like a bird nest. Exhaustion gripped hold of her and her head ached.
After spending hours on the computer hacking into different divisions controlled by Tony Viscount, he had grabbed a bottle of champagne to celebrate, a celebration which had ended in multiple orgasms and discarded condoms filled with his seeds
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