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“Yes.” My voice splinters as his thumb finds my clit, drawing circles with devastating precision. “Want to be yours.”
He falters for a second. “Mine?”
“Only yours,” I gasp. “Always your cupcake.”
The brutal pace returns, claiming, marking me, hitting spots that make me see stars.
Just when I think I’ll shatter, he changes the angle, keeping me desperate.
I’m beyond words, reduced to desperate whimpers with every nerve ending on fire, and pleasure coiling tighter.
His teeth graze the skin on my shoulder. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside.” I clench around him. “Fill me up.”
“Then come for me.” His fingers circle my clit with devastating precision.
The orgasm tears through me like lightning, every nerve ending singing his name as he follows with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside while my body greedily takes everything he has to give.
A warmth spreads from my center, and my insides squeeze on instinct, not wanting to let him go until I collapse onto the bed.
He rests his forehead against my shoulder, pressing his chest to my back, and the quiet settles around us like a warm blanket, my mind blessedly silent.
No guilt. No shame. Just this. Just us.
His hands stroke my sides, gentle now where they were demanding before.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For making me feel safe.”
Giving me the freedom to finally let go.
FORTY
BRANDON
This is it. No turning back now.
His assistant barely glances up as I approach. “He’s expecting you.”
Probably has been since the day I was born.
Elijah stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands clasped behind his back like some corporate overlord surveying his domain. “Little brother.”
I cross the room and toss the envelope onto his pristine desk.
He turns, eying it. “Your resignation.”
“Got it in one.” I shove my hands in my pockets. “I’m out. For good.”
“About damn time.” He doesn’t even touch it. “Drink?”
“It’s 10 AM.”
“You just quit your job, and I’m going to be a dad.” Crystal clinks as he pours amber liquid into two tumblers. “I’d say that calls for a celebration. Almost thought you’d cave again.”

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