Meadow’s POV:
His “fuck” was a silent one this time. Barely above a whisper. The next thing I heard was the sound of his belt being unbuckled, and I held my breath in anticipation, my heart pounding against my ribcage.
Alaric’s fingers trailed up from my spine all the way to my hair, and then he pulled out the tie, releasing it from the ponytail I had on all day.
Impatiently, I pushed backward, inhaling sharply when I felt the head of his cock against my slit. He was already naked. And ready.
He punished me with another spank, but he didn’t pull away–he guided his head along my wet folds, cursing nonstop.
“I should inform you,” Alaric’s voice was strained. “I have a late meeting in less than fifteen minutes. And since I just fired my assistant, the chances that we’ll get walked in on is fucking high.”
A thrill shot through me at his words, and my back arched even more. “Fuck me, daddy,” I whimpered. “Please.”
The only response I got was my husband lining his cock against my entrance and driving into me so hard, I had to hold on to the desk for balance. “Oh my god!” I gasped, feeling his thick cock stretch me so damn good. I rose onto the tips of my toes, but Alaric didn’t even give me the chance to adjust. He took what he wanted from me without mercy, his fingers digging into my waist as he fucked me.
“I’ll fucking ruin you for anyone else, doe,” he rasped. I was too… in the moment to even dwell on the words he had just uttered.
I knew we weren’t endgame, but him saying something like this only made me realize it. Made sure I never forgot that me being with someone else was still a possibility.
Although… saying this also meant that he didn’t want to ever see me with anyone else, didn’t it?
What if…
What if he wanted more–just like I did?
“Fuck!” I yelled as he hit a spot inside of me that made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Shhh!” Alaric hissed, leaning in until his lips were grazing my ear. “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? This is a place of work, love.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, nodding. “I’m sorry, daddy.”
“Don’t be.”
Thrust.
“You can’t…”
Thrust.
“…help it.”
My core clenched around Alaric’s cock as I felt my release getting closer and closer.
“Fucking hell, Meadow…” he whispered in wonder. “What are you doing to me? What the fuck… what the fuck are you doing to me, baby girl? Why can’t I stop wanting you?”
My throat thickened. “Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no,” he replied instantly. “And that’s the problem. I tell myself that I can’t get attached, that I have to stop, because you can leave me at anytime. But then I… fucking want you, and want to be around you all the fucking time.”



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