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able to stop thinking about that perky, little mouth of yours wrapping around my cock. You owe me for the weekend, Lilly. You and I…” he strokes a hand through my hair, “…have some much-needed catching up to do.”

Chapter Five
     
    I scream as Jeremy pounds me. We’ve fucked everywhere. On the sofa. Across his desk. Against the glass wall.
    Right now, I’m back on the desk for a second round. I can’t believe Jeremy has the stamina to keep going. Then again, knowing his voracious appetite, why am I surprised? He was right: We are catching up for lost time over the weekend.
    “Harder,” I beg. Jeremy grabs my waist and pins me down, then proceeds to quicken the already break-neck speed he’s going at. “Harder! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
    We’ve long since discarded our clothes. All the muscles of Jeremy’s body are glistening with sweat. His shoulders strain as he pounds into me. Each pulse sends his cock deep inside. Continuous waves of pleasure scorch my body.
    “Ah…Lilly…I’m going to come!” He pulls out. “Get down!”
    I comply without hesitation, dropping to my knees before him and letting him splatter his semen all over my face.
    He staggers forward when it’s done, leaning over me, against the desk, for support.
    His ragged breathing slowly calms.
    He opens his eyes, “Come on, then. Time for you to get cleaned up.”
    As I stand, wiping the semen from my eyes with the back of my hand, he slaps my ass. I jump.
    “Damn, but you’re fucking sexy when you’re all broken like that,” he says.
     
    ***
    After we’ve both showered in his private bathroom, and dressed, we return to the main part of his office. Jeremy, with his hair still wet, looks as good as I’ve ever seen him. More than that, he looks…satisfied. Satiated.
    After all the sex we’ve just had, it’s no surprise.
    Still, it’s a reminder of how much his mood can be influenced by such a simple act. Okay, maybe not simple— not with him—but something that I can offer on demand, when needed as it suits me.
    Come on, a voice whispers. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, too.
    I stifle a giggle and then drape myself on the leather sofa.
    “So,” Jeremy says. He adjusts his hair with both hands and then crosses his arms, looking at me. “Miss Ryder. Are you ready to now tell me where you learned that name?”
    “Blackthorne?” I ask.
    Jeremy shifts on his feet. I can see him fighting some internal irritation. “Yes,” he says softly. “ Blackthorne .”
    “I told you, but you don’t believe me,” I say. I sit up. The time for languidity is over. A storm has started outside. A flash of lightning breaks through the downpour.
    I shiver. I’ve never felt safe in the middle of a storm.
    Jeremy exhales slowly. “That’s the story you’re sticking to?” he asks.
    “Jeremy, you saw me in the elevator! You saw how distraught I was. Do you think I’d just make something like that up?”
    “The mind is capable of extraordinary things, Lilly,” he says. “Perhaps I overestimated your capacity for returning to work so early. Perhaps, after learning what Fey told you, you should have stayed home.”
    My back stiffens. “Are you saying I’m not capable,” I begin.
    “I’m saying that you’re stressed,” he interrupts. “Something happened to you today. You weren’t yourself. It’s understandable, Lilly. Admirable, even, that you’ve put on a strong face for so long. You had a breakdown in the elevator. That’s all.”
    It frustrates me how he can speak of it so…clinically. So dispassionately. As if we didn’t just share one of the most intense fucking sessions in recent memory.
    It’s as if, once the suit came back on, and we returned to his office, the dynamic of our relationship shifted right into that of employer-employee.
    “Now tell me,” he continues. “Is this something else you got from Fey? Did her fiancé do some more digging ?”
    “No,” I say. I want to grind my teeth in