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“Anything!”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” he rasps, a feral grin on his face as I pant against him, his fingers working me harder.

“Please,” I plead, my hands finding his hair and tangling in it. “Please, North, please. I need you inside me, now. I need to be filled and stretched and fucked into oblivion. Please. I didn’t know I could feel this way.”

“And how do you feel?”

“So desperate. Like not getting filled by you would be the end of the world. Please, North…Please.” The final plea comes out as a sob and I feel, somewhere in the back of my mind, ridiculous, but the forefront of my brain is pure need and want and desperate, feverish lust.

He grabs my face and pins me with his gaze, his eyes searing into mine, and I can see the hunger there. But he waits. He waits until tears form on my bottom lashes and I’m about to fall apart.

Finally, he lets go of my face and wraps his hands around my hips, lifting me up and positioning his cock at my entrance before sliding inside. I moan loudly as he fills me up, stretching me. He hisses through his teeth and grinds against me, his fingers tightening on my hips.

“This is what you get for teasing me,” he whispers, his eyes twinkling. “You’re not the only one who gets to play, Floss.”

I grind against him, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Touch me,” I pant. “Touch my clit.”

He shakes his head. “You did this to yourself,” he growls, his cock stretching me out. “You want to come? Then fuck me and get there yourself. But you better fucking come while I’m inside you,” he groans.

I moan loudly, my core clenching as his cock hits the magic spot with every thrust. My hips writhe against him, my eyessliding shut as pleasure starts to build. I can already feel my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” he growls, his fingertips tightening on my skin.

I open my eyes and meet his, my brows furrowing as I feel my orgasm building even faster than before. His navy eyes burn into mine, intense and beautiful and so full of dominance that it amazes me that I even got as far as I did with him in my little teasing game.

That’s all it takes for me to come, my back arching as I feel my body clench around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

I throw my head back, my whole body tensing and then going slack as I continue to come. His cock hits my g-spot just right and I scream as he swells inside me as he comes too.

I collapse down onto him, aware that he still gave me the illusion of control by letting me ride him, but that he was never really at my mercy at any point. I slide my arms around his neck, pressing my face into his shoulder as he does the same.

“That was fun,” he murmurs, his voice still raspy from coming.

I laugh softly against him. “I’ll say.”

He lifts me by my hips so that he slides out of me, and I collapse onto the mattress beside him.

“I’m going to head out,” he tells me, his eyes still twinkling. “I’ll see you later. I hope you’re ready for tonight.”

“I can’t wait,” I say, grinning as I turn onto my side to face him. He laughs and rolls out of the bed. I watch him go, my heart fluttering in my chest. “North?”

He pauses and looks over his shoulder at me, one eyebrow raised.

“Thank you.”

He grins and waves at me before going out the door. I sit up, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. My hands go tomy hair, running through it. That was amazing. I refuse to feel any regrets or guilt. I’m not the one fucking my employee, North is. And Don, Dash and Frost. So far the only one who’s been halfway respectable is Wint, and I get the impression that’s only because the opportunity hasn’t arisen yet.

I can’t wait until it does.

I go to take a shower, my body still flushed from everything that’s happened. I crank the water as hot as it will go and take time to wash my hair and scrub every inch of my skin. I still can’t believe that I’ve actually done this. That I’ve acted out my fantasies.

I step out of the shower, towelling myself off before wrapping myself up in another towel. It’s decadent, but they’re there for me to use, so why not.

Realising that it’s Christmas Eve and that I don’t have much time left in my role at the club, or with these guys here in their home, a pang of sadness runs through me. Sure, with the amount they pay I could probably afford my own membership to the club in the new year, but would they even want me there? Does it look a bit desperate? Maybe they’re all just showing an interest in me because I’m a temp, I’ll be gone soon and won’t be around to make things weird or awkward.

My good mood from North’s wake-up call evaporates. They’re not going to let me stay here forever, and even when I get paid and have money, I won’t have anywhere to go straight away. Except back to Elle’s. It’s not a problem, but I do need to figure out what I’m doing with my life. I can’t keep bouncing from dead end job to dead end job, waiting for the next disaster to strike so I get booted to the curb once more.

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