million pieces.
“Starr,” he bellowed, raising his hips into her sweet suction, coming hard, filling her mouth with his hot cum, rattling the windows with his roar. She sucked and sucked and sucked, swallowing, her throat convulsing, her cheeks indented. Starr took everything he had, leaving him with nothing, his brain as empty as his cock.
He closed his eyes, his breathing leveling, his heartbeat slowing, his body relaxed, so fuckin’ relaxed. “You’re amazing. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I have many talents.” Starr grinned up at him, her face flushed, a brown curl dangling over one eye. “Tissue.” She held out her hand.
Royce extracted three tissues from the box behind him and pressed them into her hand, sweeping his thumb over her fingers in a silent thank you. She breathed in sharply, her responsiveness thrilling him, her smile wavering. “Your fingers are black.” Her husky voice curled around him.
“The pen broke.” He watched her, his lion purring with satisfaction, as she cleaned him, taking care of him as she had for the past three days, allowing him to focus on his work, his firm, his pride.
Her pride too , his lion rumbled, embracing the mate they hadn’t time for. Royce frowned at the ink-stained paper, his work not done, the copy remaining weak. “I must…” He waved his hand, guilt arresting his words.
“Work.” Starr tucked his semi-hard cock into his pants, her touch divine. “I understand, boss.”
She does . Royce met her gaze, her support shining in her eyes. “You’re perfect,” he replied, without thinking, the emotion overwhelming his tired brain.
Starr’s beautiful face turned pink. “Only the best for my boss.” She wiggled out from underneath the desk and straightened, indents from the hardwood crisscrossing her pale knees. “I’ll remember that perfect comment during my annual review.”
Royce chuckled and focused on the copy, his heart light, his creative juices revived. When the time was right, when the pride was strong and the firm was healthy, he’d make their relationship public.
Until then, there was no rush to claim her. He dashed sentences onto the page as Starr sopped up the ink with paper towels. She was his mate, his assistant, and she wasn’t going anywhere, her place by his side.
Chapter Four
Starr waited for a break in the presentation and carefully walked into the boardroom, balancing a coffeepot and a cup of tea on her tray. The heavy tan curtains draped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows blocked the morning sun, creating a cozy den-like setting, the lights dimmed, the focus on the illuminated whiteboard at the front of the room.
Royce, king of the domain, lounged at the end of the table, his head held regally high and his shoulders squared. His two brothers sat to his left, fidgeting with the images and handouts spread over the wooden surface. Nikhil Baagh, the CEO of Tiger Tech, the client they wished to impress, relaxed to his right, allowing them to cater to him.
As she entered the room, the four breathtakingly virile businessmen turned their heads, their fit forms clad in dark suits. All of the males were appealing in their own way yet only one captured her attention. Royce met her gaze, his eyes glowing with triumph.
It’s going well . Starr smiled at him, relieved, this account important to the firm, to Royce, the man she suspected she loved. She kept that insight to herself. Her boss was already skittish about their existing relationship.
“Ahhh… the mysterious tea goddess returns.” Nikhil Baagh watched her with lazy eyes, his hair as black as night, his face tanned and exotic. “Do you have a name, goddess?”
“Her name is Starr.” Royce’s voice was cool, crisp, and disappointingly businesslike -- no hint of passion, of need, of want in his blunt words. “She’s my assistant.”
Assistant . Starr’s smile wavered. What did I expect? Here’s my lover ? She mentally berated herself. Royce had
“Starr,” he bellowed, raising his hips into her sweet suction, coming hard, filling her mouth with his hot cum, rattling the windows with his roar. She sucked and sucked and sucked, swallowing, her throat convulsing, her cheeks indented. Starr took everything he had, leaving him with nothing, his brain as empty as his cock.
He closed his eyes, his breathing leveling, his heartbeat slowing, his body relaxed, so fuckin’ relaxed. “You’re amazing. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I have many talents.” Starr grinned up at him, her face flushed, a brown curl dangling over one eye. “Tissue.” She held out her hand.
Royce extracted three tissues from the box behind him and pressed them into her hand, sweeping his thumb over her fingers in a silent thank you. She breathed in sharply, her responsiveness thrilling him, her smile wavering. “Your fingers are black.” Her husky voice curled around him.
“The pen broke.” He watched her, his lion purring with satisfaction, as she cleaned him, taking care of him as she had for the past three days, allowing him to focus on his work, his firm, his pride.
Her pride too , his lion rumbled, embracing the mate they hadn’t time for. Royce frowned at the ink-stained paper, his work not done, the copy remaining weak. “I must…” He waved his hand, guilt arresting his words.
“Work.” Starr tucked his semi-hard cock into his pants, her touch divine. “I understand, boss.”
She does . Royce met her gaze, her support shining in her eyes. “You’re perfect,” he replied, without thinking, the emotion overwhelming his tired brain.
Starr’s beautiful face turned pink. “Only the best for my boss.” She wiggled out from underneath the desk and straightened, indents from the hardwood crisscrossing her pale knees. “I’ll remember that perfect comment during my annual review.”
Royce chuckled and focused on the copy, his heart light, his creative juices revived. When the time was right, when the pride was strong and the firm was healthy, he’d make their relationship public.
Until then, there was no rush to claim her. He dashed sentences onto the page as Starr sopped up the ink with paper towels. She was his mate, his assistant, and she wasn’t going anywhere, her place by his side.
Chapter Four
Starr waited for a break in the presentation and carefully walked into the boardroom, balancing a coffeepot and a cup of tea on her tray. The heavy tan curtains draped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows blocked the morning sun, creating a cozy den-like setting, the lights dimmed, the focus on the illuminated whiteboard at the front of the room.
Royce, king of the domain, lounged at the end of the table, his head held regally high and his shoulders squared. His two brothers sat to his left, fidgeting with the images and handouts spread over the wooden surface. Nikhil Baagh, the CEO of Tiger Tech, the client they wished to impress, relaxed to his right, allowing them to cater to him.
As she entered the room, the four breathtakingly virile businessmen turned their heads, their fit forms clad in dark suits. All of the males were appealing in their own way yet only one captured her attention. Royce met her gaze, his eyes glowing with triumph.
It’s going well . Starr smiled at him, relieved, this account important to the firm, to Royce, the man she suspected she loved. She kept that insight to herself. Her boss was already skittish about their existing relationship.
“Ahhh… the mysterious tea goddess returns.” Nikhil Baagh watched her with lazy eyes, his hair as black as night, his face tanned and exotic. “Do you have a name, goddess?”
“Her name is Starr.” Royce’s voice was cool, crisp, and disappointingly businesslike -- no hint of passion, of need, of want in his blunt words. “She’s my assistant.”
Assistant . Starr’s smile wavered. What did I expect? Here’s my lover ? She mentally berated herself. Royce had
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