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"I won't make you beg. This time." His voice was husky as he pushed my knees apart and slid his fingers up my inner thighs, teasing me. "But if you don't ask for what you want, I won't do anything at all."

My eyes fluttered, and I licked my lips as every feather light touch against my thighs was like an electric bolt straight to my center.

"Az, please."

"Please… what?" The smirk on his face was fucking killing me. His fingers slid higher and teased me from outside my panties, making me moan loudly.

"Touch me, please." The words were barely audible as I finally got them out, feeling the flush creep across my skin and toward my face. He grinned wickedly before using his grip in my hair to pull me back in for a shattering kiss.

He pushed my panties aside harshly, but his touch was gentle as he brushed against my soaked and aching pussy. A pleased moan escaped his lips into our kiss as his fingers started to work little circles around my clit. I broke from our kiss, and my head fell back, moaning and mewling in his hands. He pulled my head back up and looked me in the eye.

"Eyes on me, Princess. I want to watch you." He said, dipping a finger inside me and using his thumb to continue his circles on my clit. He started slowly, his hungry eyes devouring every squirm I made. Still, he held my gaze as he slipped another finger inside my aching core.

It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tension coiling inside me, his skilled fingers playing with me like a well-practiced instrument. I rolled my hips in time with his thrusts, wanting more. His pleased smirk never left his face, even as I screamed my release. I gripped his shoulders, my nails dragging against his blazer, as I arched into him. He rode out my release, only slowing when it started to ebb.

"Beautiful…" He whispered. I barely caught the remark as I floated on the high of my orgasm.

When I regained control of my body, I reached for him, my uncoordinated hands fumbling at his belt for a moment before I could undo it. He kissed me hard and pulled me to the very edge of the desk. I made quicker work of his button and zipper, taking him in my hand as I released his very hard cock from his pants.

"Greedy little princess." He chuckled darkly before taking both of my wrists in one hand and locking them behind me before leaning me back slightly. I was already wound tight from the anticipation as he seemed to take a moment to admire the sight of me.

BAM!

I screamed before I realized what happened, and the furious look I was so used to returned to Az's features. He shifted slightly so he could see behind him without exposing me. I looked past him to the door. Into Benson's face and the disgusted look he had.

"What the fuck are you doing, Tory? This guy pulls you off the dance floor and you decide to fuck him for it? When did you start slumming it with gang bangers?"

"Benson?! What the fuck! Get out of here!" I screeched at him.

He made a sound of disgust, turned on his heel, and stomped away. I could crawl into a hole and die. I slid my gaze back to Az and felt the chill from the icy look he was giving me run down my spine. He stepped away from me, adjusting his clothes and putting himself back together. Gone were the pleased smirk and the smoldering desire.

"Az, I'm so–"

"Don't worry about it, Princess. I wouldn't want you to do something you'd regret in the morning, anyway, like slum it with a gang banger."

I could hear the hurt in his voice before he masked it in his oh-so-familiar anger. He was already out of the room and closing the door behind him before I could process what was happening.

"Az!" He was gone.

Tears pricked at my eyes. For the second time, I was left sitting with myself and wondering what the fuck was going on.Just as the tears began to fall, Tiffany opened the door. She looked me over, and realization dawned on her features. Her bright blue eyes glinted angrily, but she swept me up into a reassuring hug.

"He's going to pay for every inch of this. We'll make damn sure of it."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Victoria

I was dreaming of blue eyes, filled with equal parts anger and lust when a notification from my phone pulled me out of sleep. It was far louder than was necessary. I groaned, shifting slowly as I cracked one eye open to find my phone on the nightstand. I flinched at the brightness as I flipped it open to its full screen. 'Private number' stared back at me. I groaned again.

'Hope your fun was worth it.'

I snapped the phone shut and tossed it away from me. I didn't have the patience for this. A groan and movement from behind me had me scrambling from my bed, startled. I turned to see long blonde hair fanning across the extra pillows on my bed.

"Jesus, you fucking scared me, Tiffany." I said, putting my hand to my chest. I'd completely forgotten she was there.

"There's no reason to yell." She grumbled, sitting up and rubbing the heel of her hand to her forehead. "As much as I love whiskey, it hates me the next morning. Water?"

I was already moving to the bathroom. Using the water cup from the counter, I downed a glass of water before refilling and bringing it back to her.