[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
"Wait for me here," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear, before reluctantly pulling out of her warmth. His cock remained red-hot and heavy, throbbing with fury as he strode toward the door.
"Keep Juho Maley in the room for ten more minutes, and do not call me again during those ten minutes," he snapped through the door. His voice was sharp enough to send a cold shiver down the spine of the man standing behind it.
"Y-yes, sir!" the poor man stammered before hurrying back into the room next door. He had likely realized exactly what kind of activity he'd interrupted behind the thin door layer.
With his subordinate finally gone, Charles let out an irritated exhale. He had finally gotten to touch his songbird after a month and a half of jerking himself off to sleep. And now God decided to cut him cold when he'd barely even warmed up?
