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“Yeah,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “And besides… I’m here. I’ll walk you through whatever you need.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He smiles, still buried deep inside me. “That means we’ll be working together now.”

I hum, running my hands up his chest. “Yeah… that means we’ll be christening this office quite a lot, won’t we?”

Andrei’s eyes darken with fresh hunger as he leans in to kiss me again.

“Every chance I get, wife.”

Still buried deep inside me, Andrei suddenly lifts me off the desk like I weigh nothing. My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he carries me across the office, his cock shifting with every step and sending little aftershocks through my sensitive walls.

He pushes open a door at the far end of the room with his shoulder.

I blink, surprised. “Oh… my office has a bathroom?”

“It sure does,” he murmurs. “Can’t have my CFO sharing bathrooms with the rest of the staff, now can I?”

He sets me down gently on the cool marble countertop. We both hiss as he slowly pulls out of me, his thick cock dragging against my swollen, sensitive flesh. I feel the warm trickle of his cum leaking out immediately.

Andrei reaches for the toilet paper, tears off a few sheets, and carefully wipes between my thighs, cleaning me. I watch him, still a little dazed, as he cleans himself next.

Once we’re both presentable again, he helps me fix my dress and smooths my hair back from my face.

“How about we go grab something to eat before heading home?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I nod. “Yeah… that sounds good.”

He kisses me deeply one more time, then helps me down from the counter. As soon as my feet touch the floor, his hand comes down in a firm, playful smack on my ass.

I yelp, shooting him a look.

He smirks. “You start work tomorrow, wife.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Rosie

I’ve been working at the company for two weeks now, and so far, it’s been good.

Better than good, actually.

My boss is great. When he isn’t walking me through how to get the work done, he’s finding new ways to distract me in my office. So even though there’s a lot of work that needs to be done and I sometimes feel like I don’t fully know what I’m doing yet, I can’t complain.

My boss is hot.

That alone makes the long hours a little easier to tolerate.

The only downside is that I don’t get to spend as much time with Anya while I’m at work. These past few weeks of being back in New York, I’ve gotten used to having her all to myself all day. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to drop her off and head to work.

Though I don’t have to take Anya to daycare anymore. Daria is more than happy to watch her while I’m at work.

Still, I kind of feel guilty having her do it.

I glance down at Andrei’s hand resting on my lap as he drives us back home, steering with the other. His fingers move absently against my thigh.

These past few weeks, our relationship has shifted into something deeper. Softer. He’s kinder, more patient. He listens to me, encourages me to try things I’m not sure I can handle.