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The most beautiful woman in the world, bent over half-naked and wearing the sexiest shoes I’d ever seen. I almost blew my load right then and there.

I gritted my teeth and counted to three. Once I’d regained sufficient control, I lined the tip of my cock against her pussy again.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” I squeezed her ass with both hands.

Ayana nodded frantically, her body quivering with anticipation.

I gave her exactly what she asked for. I leaned forward and closed one hand around her throat, using it as leverage so I could fuck her faster, harder,deeper.Sweat coated our skin. The scent of sex drenched the velvet-paneled walls, turning the elegant elevator into a depraved den of sin.

It didn’t take long for Ayana to come apart again. Her back bowed, and her pussy spasmed, milking my cock in a hungry search for more.

Shit. I closed my eyes, the pleasure almost too much to bear. “Count,” I ordered. The sound of my taut voice restored some semblance of restraint.

“Two,” she sobbed.

I pulled out again, turned her around, and sank to my knees. My entire body pulsated with lust. I needed more time to cool down, so I coaxed her third orgasm out another way.

I started slowly, bathing her sensitized clit with long, slow sweeps of my tongue until the throes of her orgasm abated. When her breathing steadied, I intensified my efforts, licking and sucking with single-minded intensity until I had her writhing against my face.

Ayana grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face tighter to her body. “Right there!There. Ohfuck!”

I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder so I could dive deeper. I thrust my tongue inside her, and it took her less than two seconds to flood my mouth with her sweet juices.

She tasted so fucking good, I couldn’t let any of it go to waste. I held her firmly in place until I’d lapped up every single drop. When I finally rose to my feet, my face glistening with the reward of my efforts, she was nearly incoherent.

“Three.” Her throaty rasp shot straight to my groin. “I can’t take anymore,” she pleaded when I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Vu—ungh.” She groaned when I slowly impaled her on my cock.

“Yes, you can,” I said calmly. “You can take all of it, sweetheart.” I pushed deeper until I was buried balls deep inside her. “One more.” I placed a tender kiss on her lips. “Let’s make it count.”

And we did.

By my second thrust, Ayana had forgotten her protests and was riding me with abandon. I held her while she bounced up and down my cock, wringing every ounce of pleasure from both of us until I couldn’t take it anymore.

My balls tightened, and I hissed out a curse. I shifted my weight so I could reach down and play with her clit. I dug my thumb against the swollen nub, urging her toward?—

Ayana cried out for the umpteenth time that day. Lights exploded behind my eyes. My loud grunt mingled with the sounds of her ecstasy as we fell apart together, our bodies pressed into one trembling, sweat-soaked embrace.

Whereas the climb had been exquisite agony, the comedown was soft, almost peaceful. We held each other long after our breathing returned to normal, each too lost in our own world to risk pulling away first.

“Four,” Ayana whispered.

“Four what?” I asked against her neck.

“What?”

“What are you counting, Ayana?”

“I don’t know.” She sounded dazed. “I can’t really think properly right now.”

Her skin muffled the sound of my chuckle. I lifted my head and set her gently on her feet. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She was a wreck, but she was still so gorgeous she took my breath away.

I restarted the elevator and picked up her ruined underwear from the ground. When we arrived at my office, I cleaned us both off with a long, hot shower.

“Thank God for private elevators,” Ayana said after. “And private bathrooms.” She sank onto the bed with a drowsy sigh. She was practically swimming in my bathrobe.

I smiled. “Like I said, being the MD has its perks.”