I should've stopped her.
Hell, I wanted to stop her.
But my hands were already on her hips, guiding her against me. My mouth—traitor that it was—found hers again, hungrier this time. More sure.
Her taste was sweet and a little dangerous. Like honey with fire underneath.
"Elena," I breathed, but the name came out like a prayer, not a warning.
Her nails raked gently down my chest as she leaned back just enough to smirk. "You're not saying no," she said, voice low, teasing. "You didn't say no the second I kissed you. You didn't even flinch."
She was right.
I didn't flinch. I leaned in.
Her thighs wrapped around me, locking me there. My body responded before I could rationalize it. Her curves molded perfectly to me, every soft part of her pressing into all the right places. She arched her back, and I swear the air left my lungs.
I didn't know who I was anymore.
Just hours ago, I was the quiet guy behind the CEO's shadow. Her assistant. Her possession.
Now? I was someone else entirely. Someone owned, claimed—desired. By two women I barely understood.
My lips traced the line of Elena's collarbone, tasting the heat of her skin. Her head dropped back, a soft moan escaping her lips like she'd been holding it in for years.
"You don't know what you do to people now," she whispered, rocking against me. "Ever since she claimed you… you've been glowing."
"Claimed me?" I asked, between gasps.
She laughed against my ear. "Oh, baby. You think you just woke up in her bed by accident?"
That hit me like ice on skin.
But I didn't have time to ask what she meant.
She pulled me harder into her, guiding me lower, her breath growing quicker. I wasn't thinking anymore. I couldn't. The scent of her, the way she moaned my name, the way her body opened up to me—it drowned everything else out.
The couch squeaked beneath us as we moved in sync. My mouth found her neck, her shoulder, her pulse. She was loud, honest, and unashamed. And I matched her, rhythm for rhythm, breath for breath.
I didn't feel like an assistant anymore.
I felt like a man who was finally being seen.
Her hands tangled in my hair. Her thighs trembled around my waist. My name left her lips again—and again—and I knew… she was close.
And so was I.
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Elena's fingers tangled in my hair as her breath came fast and warm against my neck. I was tracing every curve with my hands—slow, firm, knowing. Her body was a map I had only just begun to read, but I moved like I'd studied her forever.
Then I heard it.
A key in the lock. A faint click.
Elena froze, her nails still on my back.
"Shit," she whispered, eyes wide. "That's her."
She scrambled off me, heart pounding as fast as mine, and darted behind the thick velvet curtain by the window, still pulling down her dress. I barely had time to fix my shirt before the front door creaked open.
Madeline stepped in.
Hair a little tousled from the wind. Heels clicking against the hardwood. She dropped her keys and her bag without a word, eyes locking onto mine.
"Hey," I managed, voice hoarse.
She didn't answer. Her gaze swept over me—flushed cheeks, crooked collar, skin still warm from another woman—and for a second, I thought she knew.
But all she did was smirk.
Her heels hit the floor one by one, then she was straddling me before I could say a word. Her thighs wrapped around my waist like it was her rightful place. Her hands pressed to my chest, her lips grazing my ear.
"I've been thinking about you all night," she whispered, her voice silk and fire.
I swallowed hard.
"Elena—"
"Don't say her name," she whispered sharply, nails digging into my shirt. "Not when I'm here. Not when I'm on you."
She kissed me before I could respond. Hard. Possessive. Her legs locked around my waist, guiding me back as she leaned over, her hands sliding down my sides.
I caught her by the hips—firm, strong, familiar. My fingers curled around the curve of her lower back. That place I'd woken up touching. The one that had started all of this.
She moaned softly as I lifted her, both of us forgetting everything except this pull. This madness.
Behind the curtain, I knew Elena was still watching.
And somehow, I couldn't stop.
I rose, holding Madeline close, her legs still wrapped around me. Her mouth never left mine as I carried her toward the bedroom, her breath hot against my cheek, her body pressed flush to mine.
I didn't know who I was anymore.
But tonight… I belonged to her again.
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