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The leather creaked under my shoulders as I leaned back in the chair, but the comfort did little to ease the pressure that had been riding in me for weeks now.

The glass of scotch on the desk barely had a dent in it. My hand hovered over the phone, thumb ghosting over the edge of the screen.

I was supposed to call Fedor. We had business to discuss: crates moving through Odessa, a port bribe in Palermo, the kind of deals that couldn’t afford delays. I glanced at the clock instead.

I frowned.

Fedor was prompt and always on time. He usually picked up before the second ring.

But lately…lately, there had been gaps. More days when I couldn’t reach him than the days he was available.

Excuses about “emergencies” or “needing personal space to get his shit together.” He’d been taking leaves, not for days but weeks.

That wasn’t like him. Fedor didn’t rest. Not unless I ordered him to. And I hadn’t.

I trusted him, so I tried not to jump to conclusions. Fedor had bled for me once. His loyalty had been unquestionable. But loyalty in our world wasn’t a lifetime contract. It was a currency: spent, lost, and sometimes faked.

I swore under my breath, fingers curling into a fist on the desk. I didn’t want to doubt him. But this wasn’t a world where I could afford to be na?ve. If cracks were forming, I needed to see them before they broke the whole foundation. Before someone else did.

The lamp cast long shadows over the bookshelves and the faces in the paintings—men who once held power in their eyes and now stared blankly from the canvas, long forgotten. My father was one of them, and I refused to be among them.

I took the phone in my hand, but I didn’t dial before making a mental note to start watching him. Not out of paranoia but necessity. If Fedor was slipping, I needed to know why, and more importantly, who he might be slipping toward.

I was just about to hit the call button, but my hand hesitated when I heard her.

Soft footsteps approached from the hallways. They weren’t rushed or calculated, more like teasing. She was humming playfully, and I turned my head toward the sound, forgetting the phone in my hand and my plans to track Fedor.

Her voice crept under the door like smoke, winding around my thoughts and dragging them somewhere far more dangerous than business ever took me.

She almost never came to this wing unless I sent for her. Not before Leo was born or after. She was visiting today, though, and whether it was her intention or not, I felt the heat before I saw her.

There was that electric tension, pulling tight between us before the door even creaked open.

She leaned in, one hand on the frame, green eyes catching mine with a spark that made my pulse spike. Her mouth curved knowingly. Wickedly .

“You’re busy,” she drawled, voice dipped in honey.

“I was. Did you need something? Is Leo okay?”

The phone slipped from my hand, landing silently on the leather desk pad. Nothing else mattered more than her standing there like that.

I could smell her perfume from here, vanilla and heat, and my blood roared.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, before sashaying forward to lean on the edge of my desk, her fingers grazing the polished wood like she belonged there.

Her eyes dropped to my other hand, clenched around a Montblanc pen, and then lifted slowly to meet mine. A smile, half-sin and half-challenge, curved her lips. “Leo’s asleep. Winter has eyes on him. And yes, I needed something: information.”

“On what?”

She pointed at my chest. “Those tattoos. You’ve never really told me what they mean.” Then, her finger aimed at my forearms. “And those ones, too.”

I liked this game. It made a smile curve on my lips. “You came all the way down here to know the meaning of the tattoos on my body?”

“Exactly.” She gasped, feigning innocence. “I hope I’m not distracting.”

She knew exactly what she was doing. I’d survived assassins, cartels, and betrayal. But Elena —she undid me with a look. There was power in the way she held herself tonight, calm and confident in my lion’s den, dressed in a lacy black dress like temptation tailored just for me.

It bared her back, showed her breasts spilling from her bra, and her smooth stomach that had housed our son. She was a fucking vixen. So fucking hot.

I pushed my chair back, slowly, my eyes never leaving hers.

“You are,” I said, voice low. “And I don’t care. If you want information, I’ll give it to you. How do you intend to get it?”

Satisfaction and lust flickered in her gaze.

“You have to show them to me, Damien. I want to point at each one while I ask the questions.”

“My wife wants a strip show. Interesting.”

She moved her shoulder nonchalantly. “Something like that.”

“Mm.” I stared at her for a minute before starting from the top button on my shirt, her gaze burning my fingers as I undid each one.

The last button came undone, and I flung the shirt aside.

I rose, heat pounding in my veins like a drumbeat of war. She didn’t move as I walked around the desk and stepped between her legs, her dress riding up just enough for my fingers to brush the bare skin of her thigh. I felt her shiver. Or maybe it was me.

“You have to remain seated while stripping. That’s the only way we can successfully get those questions answered.”

“You come in here,” I murmured, brushing her hair back, my fingers tangling in the softness of it. “Looking like that. Speaking like that. And you think I’m going to stay fucking seated?”

Her lips parted. I didn’t wait for an answer.

I gripped her waist, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and set her on the desk, scattering papers and ruining any semblance of control I had left.

Her legs wrapped around me without hesitation, a soft gasp escaping her as I pressed my straining erection between her soft thighs.

“Sweetheart, did you really come here for answers, or do you want to get fucked?”

She cupped my cheeks, bringing her lips closer. “I think you already know the real answer, baby.”

Drunken in maddening desire, my mouth found hers, and I kissed her possessively.

She kissed me back like she’d been starving for it, nails raking down my shoulders, pulling me closer, deeper. Her heat burned through my skin. Every inch of her was sin. I growled her name against her neck, biting the skin just above her pulse. Her moan was my undoing.

I lifted her dress, pleased to see that there was no underwear, and I dropped to my haunches and dragged her hips closer to my face, smelling her before tasting. I dove forward like I couldn’t wait one more second to taste her and sealed my lips around my clit.

She cried out, arched her back, and drove her fingers into my hair.

I groaned deep in my throat, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head while I sucked, licked, nibbled, grazed every inch of her. I felt like a starving man, and she was dinner.

Sweet, fucking dinner.

I’d never gone down on another woman, but for Elena, I could spend nights eating her out. The sounds she made…fuck! I could come in my fucking pants.

“ Baby .” She ground herself against my mouth, shivering and whimpering chaotically. “Yes, Damien. Ah— yes!”

And I moved my mouth faster, barely able to catch my breath.

My tongue dove between her folds and dipped into her pussy.

She whimpered when I swirled my tongue around her clit slowly, and her fingers tightened against my scalp.

Her thighs clenched, and she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit with full force.

I licked her clean, savoring her juices until she was dry. Then, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and rose to my feet.

She didn’t even give me a second before crashing her lips against mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth to taste herself off me.

Her hands worked fast on my belt buckle, slipping it off and tugging down on my pants and briefs to free my aching cock. It sprung out, poked her thighs while her mouth hungrily worked on mine—teeth gnashing, biting, and sucking.

We groaned into each other, and I gripped both sides of the table while she spread her legs wider, wrapped them around my waist, and ushered me in.

I slid in, and she sighed into my mouth when I broke through her resistance. We weren’t going to last very long. One move of those hips of hers was going to send me spiraling without control.

I gripped her hip with one hand, fucking her fast, and furiously, because I’d lost control from the second she walked into this office.

I slammed into her, hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and the wet, slick sounds bounced off the walls, accompanying her high-pitched moans.

I could feel myself slipping by the second. I was fucking losing it. Black stars dotted my vision, and I gritted my teeth to steady myself. But I was losing.

I thrust up at the same time she bucked her hips, and that was it.

Her second orgasm hit harder while I came so hard, emptying myself inside her, that my knees buckled, and my vision blurred for a few seconds before I could see her clearly again.

She laughed, kissing my cheeks, before sliding off the table. “I hope you’re not tired, baby. We are going again.”

“You’re in an awfully hot mood today, sweetheart. What happened?”

“I spent all day thinking about you while you stayed cooped up in here.” Torturously, she ran her hand over my cock, dragged a bead of cum from the tip with her finger, and stuck it into her mouth. “I even touched myself.”

I could have sworn I stopped breathing.

She shimmied out of her lacy dress and bra, and I dove in to suck on her breasts once the materials dropped to the ground.

Her nipples peaked in my mouth, each of them hot and hard; I felt my cock growing again, stiffening with each flick of my tongue on her tits. I pulled her close and smacked her ass, enjoying the sound of her sighs in my ears.

She pushed up on her tiptoes, forcing more of her into my mouth, and I sucked on her full boobs with gratitude, tugging on each one like a baby in need of milk.

“Damien, I need you inside me. Now.”

“Look who’s giving commands.”

Lying face down on the desk, she turned around, round ass in the air, thick legs spread, and used her hands to spread her juicy pink pussy wide open for me.

The offer was so inviting, I wondered how I still found the strength to hesitate.

“Come on, baby.” She moaned. “Please, please, fuck me. ”

Ah, fuck.

I slid my hands between her legs and cupped her, feeling my body shake in tremors of pleasure when her slickness touched my palms. She pressed herself into my hands, rolling her hips for friction, moaning loudly into the desk.

Her clit slid back and forth on my palm, but I wanted my cock in its place.

Pulling my hand out, I stationed my cock at her entrance and leaned over her bare back.

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered against her ear, already knowing she wouldn’t.

Thankfully, for the rest of the night, she didn’t.