Page 115 of Tempting the President

With the headboard smashed, there was nothing for either of them to hold on to. And so they clung to each other as their bodies rocked and strained, his hungry cock pounding relentlessly into her welcoming pussy.

“Kel-lion.” She sobbed his name out as she came, the sound propelling him to his own orgasm. He came with a rough growl, his mouth crashing down on her, his tongue staking a claim on her mouth even as he continued to shove his cock in and out of her pussy, ejecting powerful bursts of cum with each thrust.

It was past noon when they woke, Kellion urging a sleepy Aria to pack her stuff. “Just enough for one night,” he told her. “I’ll have the rest of your belongings packed by my people.”

“Your...people.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You sound like...a...king, do you...know?”

He said mildly, “IamAfxisi’s VP.” He nudged her towards her dresser. “Now pack.”

Ten minutes later and she was done, zipping her overnight bag shut.Finished,she signed to him.

He looked at her in contemplative silence.

Aria raised a brow.What?

She was freshly showered, dressed for once in clothes that didn’t look like they were bought for someone three sizes larger. It was a dress with Japanese characters on its breast pocket, probably something KC had given her. The dress was hands-down cute. It was also a fucking turn-on.

He started towards her, saying apologetically, “Aria...”

Her eyes widened. “Oh...no.” She started backing away. “I know...that...tone.”

Kellion’s lips curved. “Good. Then I have nothing to apologize for.” And with that, he hauled her to him, kissing her even as he lifted her up and ripped her panties away.

Aria groaned and beat his chest with her fists, but he didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop moving until he had her back against the wall. “Just one for the road, baby,” he said hoarsely.

“Kel-lion!”

“I can’t help it.” It was the goddamn truth. “I look at you, and I want you.” He pulled his zipper down, his cock so hard it practically popped out all on its own. The next second, he wasballs deep inside Aria, and the sound of her whimper and his growl of pleasure blended together.

It was quick as promised, but Kellion realized that one taste of her wasn’t enough. After having her orgasm in his arms, he couldn’t stop himself, lowering Aria to her feet, placing her hands on the wall, and then fucking her from behind. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other was incredibly erotic, making both of them shudder, and their second orgasm couldn’t come fast enough.

By the time they managed to leave her room, Aria had turned into a limp doll, murmuring not even a single protest as he lifted her up in his arms while the rest of his men took care of her belongings.

“Everyone’s looking at us,” he told her cheerfully as he started walking towards Afxisi’s headquarters. He could have used the limo again, but somehow this walk felt more intimate. More real. Painfully so, if only based on Aria biting his shoulder in response.

“I...hate...you,” she mumbled against his neck.

He laughed. “No. You don’t.”

When he reached the club, he went directly to the officers’ private floor. Stepping out of the elevator, the first thing he saw was Andreus and Hailey swiftly breaking apart, their flushed faces a dead giveaway.

“Argyros.” Andreus’ voice was unusually stiff.

“Economou,” he returned, mimicking the Treasurer’s tone with a smirk.

Hailey’s gaze flitted to Aria, who was still curled up in his arms, too weak to move a single muscle. “Is she sick?”

“No.” Kellion grinned. “She just can’t walk.”

Hailey was alarmed. “Why?”

“Sex for five days.”

Hailey gasped.

In his arms, Aria moaned against his neck. “Please. Have. Some. Decency.”

Kellion’s chest rumbled with laughter. Nodding at the other two, he murmured ever so politely, “If you’ll excuse us.” Walking to his room, he added over his shoulder, “We still have some catching up to do.”