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CHARLOTTE

Alex’s body was taut and muscular, his shoulders flexing as he reared up, pounding into me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him as he thrust hard and fast. I cried out in ecstasy.

The muscles in his arms tightened as he moved. I gripped his biceps, feeling the power as his muscles contracted with each thrust.

His breathing was ragged, and his eyes darkened with desire. He groaned as he buried himself inside me. I arched up, meeting his movements. He leaned forward, his mouth finding mine as he kissed me passionately.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said, his voice husky with arousal.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Please, fuck me harder.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. “Anything you want.”

He quickened his pace, thrusting deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. I moaned as pleasure flooded through me, building with each movement.

He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth, teasing and tantalizing. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back. The sensation was almost too much, too intense, and yet I wanted more. I needed more.

My whole body tingled with electricity as the orgasm swept through me. Alex continued to move inside me, prolonging the sensation until I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore. Then, with one final thrust, he came, collapsing on top of me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

“Fuck,” he agreed.

The orgasm still rolled through my body, wave after wave of intense pleasure.

“You’re incredible,” I moaned.

“I’m not the enemy.”

“What?” I gasped.

Alex’s eyes were drowning deep and burning into my soul. My body was on fire, the orgasm stretching out so that I was a puddle of need.

I opened my eyes and moaned as my heat washed over me, my body clenching in all the right places. I gasped, arching my back, curling on the bed. The pleasure lasted a while before it slowly subsided.

I lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, my body trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm, but I ached at the same time.

It had been a dream. Nasty, delicious, toe-curling. Alex had had his way with me just the way I liked it…

I sat up in bed and ran my hand through my hair. It was a tangled mess. What the hell had that been? I’d tried so hard to forget about him, stopping myself the last couple of days from thinking about him at all. And now, I dreamed about him instead.

Damn it, what was this man doing to me? He was everything I wasn’t supposed to like. Rich, spoiled, and on the other side of this campaign.

He wasnotthe man I was supposed to dream about.

I’m not the enemy.

He’d been so determined that I believe that. He kept saying that over and over.

You don’t know anything about the company.

He wasn’t wrong. In my mind, Blackwood Inc. was one of the yacht manufacturing giants that we were targeting because if change was going to happen at all, something had to give. But I didn’tknowwhat Alex’s company actually did. I knew they manufactured yachts. I knew they had a shit ton of money.

I got up out of bed and walked through my apartment. In the second bedroom, which I’d turned into my office, I opened my laptop and stared at the screen. My fingers hovered over the keys while I thought about what I was looking for, and then I started typing into the search bar.

Sustainable practices in luxury yacht manufacturing