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"Yes, Sir," she rushed out between moans. “Can I please have more?”

I could feel my own release building. The pressure shot through my dick and had the tip growing more sensitive. Her walls fluttered and tightened around me, letting me know she was close too.

"Look at me," I demanded. When her eyes met mine, hazy with pleasure, I smirked. “Now come for me."

I drove into her hard and the release pushed through her. Scotlyn’s body convulsed under me with her pussy clamping down on my dick. The sight of her coming undone pushed me over the edge. I thrusted deep a few more times and released inside her with a throaty groan.

I rolled us over and pulled Scotlyn against my chest, running my hands over her back while we both came down. Her body was slick with sweat and trembling while she smiled lazily with her eyes still closed.

"Definitely better than a good morning text."

I chuckled, feeling more content than I had in years. The line between our contractual arrangement and whatever the fuck we were doing now was blurring more and more with each second I was around this woman.

I climbed out of bed and offered her my hand, which she took and allowed me to pull her from the bed and lead her to the bathroom. She waited while I set the water then we both stepped inside under the steamy spray of the rainfall shower heads. Instead of washing the morning off us, I placed one hand on the wall beside her head, blocking her in. Her eyes narrowed when she looked up at me. When she smiled, I dropped my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply.

Her hands found my dick which was still semi hard and appreciative of her touch. Scotlyn stroked me until I was hard again and I groaned into her mouth, rocking into her fist until she broke the kiss, smiling arrogantly. She slowly sank to her knees and kissed the head of my dick.

"Scotlyn," I growled, knowing if she put her mouth on me I was going to fuck her again in this shower as soon as I shot a load down her throat.

Her smile widened and she flicked her tongue out to tease the head of my dick, which had my hand clenching into a fist against the wall. She did it again but this time her tongue circled me, and without breaking eye contact, she took me fully in her mouth. I grunted and pushed my other hand into her hair while she relaxed her throat, taking me in deeper and sucking hard while she fisted the base of my dick with rough, hard jerks of her hand until it met her lips.

I didn’t even bother trying to hold back. I shoved myself down her throat with hard thrusts, letting her take as much as she could until she hummed around me and the vibration pushed my release. I came with my hips jerking forward as I spilled into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop and her eyes never left mine. When I finally pulled her to her feet, she was grinning but I had something for that. I gripped her hips and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and gasped when I slammed her down hard on my dick.

She was already so damn wet that I slid into her easily, with her muscles clenching around me. She moaned and let her head fall back against the wall, exposing the length of her throat. I took advantage and pressed kisses along it while I began thrusting up into her more aggressively. I could feel her tightening around me already while her breath rushed out in short gasps, which had me driving up into her harder.

"Christian, shit…”

“I told you I’m running this.”

I increased my pace, driving into her harder and deeper. Her body tensed and her legs squeezed my waist as she came undone around me. I followed her over the edge with another release but it was mild in comparison to when she had my dick in her mouth.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together and hearts pounding in sync. Then I carefully lowered her to the ground and kept my hands on her waist until she was steady on her feet.

“I like when you run shit.”

I laughed and brushed my lips over hers before I kissed her. “Good to know.”

I should have been concerned with how easy this felt, and how complicated we were making things, but at the moment I couldn’t find the sense to really fucking care.

seventeen

Scotlyn.

After my morning with Christian, I headed back to my room with my body pleasantly sore in a way that had me smiling, then checking myself for smiling. There were so many things I could have been stressing about with this situation I was in but I decided I didn't give a damn about what I should or shouldn't be doing or what made sense. I was here, enjoying the moment and the man. That was as far as I allowed my mind to drift.

Temporary bliss and amazing orgasms were all I cared about. When I made it to my room, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and an oversized Whitney International sweatshirt, then rolled my eyes because fuck Whitney International. Well fuck everything I didn't build and brand. It was childish but my father was being just as childish by getting in the way of me having something that wasn't connected to him.

This was all about his ego and I hated that he would rather ruin our relationship than just stay out of my way and let me do what I was good at, just because he couldn't take credit. Once I was dressed, I headed to the bathroom and used a Denman brush to untangle my hair, grateful for the Keratin treatment Tezni gave me before I left. A quick blow dry and flat iron later would get me right, but for now, I twisted my damp curls intoa ponytail before rushing back to the room when I heard my phone ringing.

"You have good news right?" I dropped onto the edge of the bed.

My brother grunted and my stomach twisted. "Not really, just the details of Dad's emergency board meeting."

"Okay."

"Thursday at two. He's making everyone fly in for this one, so full house."