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Everything about her was perfection to me; she was the epitome of the word. And I wanted to show how grateful I was that she was letting me do everything I wanted to her supple body.

With one hand, I gripped her hips, while the other hovered around her arse. My eager thumb found its way towards her puckered entrance, tracing the crowned ridges of the surrounding skin before I dipped my thumb inside her pussy whilst my cock religiously fucked it. Curving it back towards the anal canal, I searched for her other g-spot, needing both holes to work together, giving her double the pleasure.

“That’s it, love. Set yourself free. Let it consume you,” I rasped out as I watched her go bonkers, as if she didn’t know whether to scream or shake when another orgasm washed over her.

Christ, the things we could do to each other …

The Ava I used to know had always been willing to let me do anything to her, though at that time, I had curbed my appetite, because I was scared it might push her away. However, tonight, there were no boundaries I wasn’t willing to cross.

After her release, I kept going, hammering her cunt until I knew I was close to my own relief. Right then, I pulled out of her before I progressively entered the other entrance. She immediately cried out, feeling the painful sting of her sphincter being stretched open, widening to cater to my thickness. She remained still, breathing rapidly as I gradually advanced deeper into her canal.

Studying her reaction, I instantly knew she hadn’t done this. The possessive beast in me utterly rejoiced at knowing this. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so ecstatic at the thought since this wasn’t the first time a woman had given me their other virginity, but thiswasAva. I chose to let that be explanation enough.

Only halfway into her, I took a momentary stop as I let her get used to the feeling of having me there. When her breathing started to decline to a regular pattern, I used my middle finger to reach around her and sought out her clit. Massaging it in circular motions, I waited for her body to start relaxing before I started to move my cock. Each stroke felt like it was robbing me of breath. I felt connected to her in ways I hadn’t dreamed existed. The sex became ethereal. It became a gateway for us to connect and bond without words. She trusted me, giving me unlimited access to her sacredness, withstanding the pain that came with it.

It might sound shallow to some; however, when it came to us men, everything boiled down to the basics—the basic needs. Sex was vital to our nourishment. It enriched us on all levels. Especially with such amazing chemistry like I had with Ava. It became something different altogether—an emotion I didn’t want to explore at the moment.

Letting myself go to experience the magic that our bodies were weaving together, I slipped my finger into her pussy entrance, hooking it right on the perfect spot before I picked up the pace, drilling her harder.

A rumbled sound started in my chest, vibrating all over me as my balls tightened, climbing the peak to completion. A harsh, cutting sound came out of my lips when I felt the first spurt of my semen unloading into her. Her entrance gripped the base of dick as if choking it, merely adding to the out of this world sensation I was already experiencing. Behind my lids, I saw stars sparkling bright as they danced, making my head spin as the sensation engulfed me. Ropes of my seed spurted furiously, and it felt like it would never end.

Once I was emptied, I sagged and leaned forward to kiss the base of her neck, feeling complete.

“Thank you … for letting me have you,” I murmured as I felt my heart constrict.

I was in danger of stepping into a landmine of emotions I had tried to stay away from. But, after tonight, I was done resisting her. I was done trying to put hatred into the void of wanting to feel her body against mine. I had fought a good fight, yet it was time to shred the old and look into the future—our child.

Whatever happened tomorrow, I was done denying myself. Time would tell what direction we were heading. However, for the mean time, I was happy to be here with Mrs. Ava Chambers.

CHAPTER99

Reiss

“How’s the missus?”I directed the question at Grant McCombs, who was in town for the weekend to attend the annual board meeting for the company’s branch in Hong Kong.

He grinned, shaking his head before taking a sip of his chilled wine. “It’s been three months since she gave birth to our precious Matilda, but she won’t be persuaded to leave her side. Her parents are practically living with us because they are both just as eager to care for their first grandchild, but my wife … she’s having such a tough time separating herself from the baby.” There was light in his eyes when talking about his family. I wondered if I would ever have the same when talking about my own.

The thought threw me off guard, causing me to ponder what the bloody hell was going on with my head. After last night’s passionate activities, the mere thought of Ava made my cock ache. Someday soon, I had better quench some of this craving for her, or I’d end up attached to her like a bloody horny schoolboy.

Grant and a few others were here for the annual meeting lunched together to get caught up on news about the other branches and, of course, talk about their personal lives. I believed it was essential to get to know the people who were in charge of the different branches on a personal and professional scale. A man could learn a lot about what their true nature was whilst talking about their personal lives. I entrusted these men to run my company, representing my brand in a global community, and it was my responsibility as the head of the company to make sure everything ran smoothly.

These men never hesitated to call me when something had gone awry in their branches, or if they needed advice about what to do in their personal lives. A few had contemplated divorce when they got distracted from overeager younger women who were chasing after them and demanding they separate from their wives. That particular problem was wholly common around wealthy businessmen who got easily caught up with a young beauty who was ready to bend to their will as long as they supplied them with an allowance.

When I received those calls, them telling me they had left their wives and had moved out of their home, I usually tried to tell them to take it slow and let the sudden urge run its course before making such a drastic measure as divorcing their wives and abandoning their children in lieu of the new thrill they had found.

Some might think it was unethical of me to secretly intrude on their marital affairs; however, I believed men sometimes—most of the time—failed to think rationally before throwing caution to the wind. Men had a major tendency to become stupid. However, these were good, hard working men, and they simply needed a good reality check that other men could very well take their place if they carelessly and willingly threw their family away because of a young arse waltzing into their lives who was willing to please their sexual desires.

Therefore, testing their decisions, I would secretly hire an actor or two to pursue the neglected wife in a harmless fashion. Taking them out to dinner or occasionally being there to listen to their woes would do the trick. Once the strayed husband got a whiff of the news, something would instantly click, and in a matter of days, they would plead back in, wanting to reconcile and make amends for their sins.

The intrusive trick usually patched things for them, and if it did the trick, I knew it was worth it, because I truly believed good management started in a loving home. A good working man always had a good woman supporting him in the background. It allowed for me to feel secure that the company branches scattered all over the globe were safe and being run by men who could truly focus on what was at hand and what was needed to improve. Those appointed men were specifically chosen by myself, knowing they had the potential to make it work and succeed in the global field.

Claude Bonnet was looking at me expectantly, and I merely frowned at him. I hadn’t caught what he was asking.

“Beg your pardon, Claude?” I kindly asked.

“I was asking if your scheduled visit to Montreal next month is still taking place.”

Christ, that was next month? It had slipped my mind. “Of course. If there are any changes, we’ll call ahead of time. My secretary will be in touch with yours in regard to my arrival.”