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He doesn’t let any go to waste, as soon as he is out of me, his fingers are rubbing and pushing it back into me.
“I want you full of me all day, and don’t wear any knickers, I want to know I am the cause of the wetness in your trousers, I want to know that I am the reason you have cum running down the insides of your thighs…” he leans over me, fingers still buried deep inside of me as his lips brush against mine, “and if you’re a good girl, Little Ruin, I’ll clean you up before making you a beautiful fucking mess all over again.”
CHAPTER FOUR
LUCAS
Bollocks.
CHAPTER FIVE
THEODORE
My brows furrow when the alarm for the tenth-floor sounds on my phone. I know that Lucas will no doubt be in the gym, but he wouldn’t trigger it.
I call for Bart to meet me out front of my penthouse and within ten minutes, he buzzes to let me know he is here.
“Bart, please get me to the office as soon as you can,” I ask as I slip into the back of my car.
“Not a problem sir,” my driver gives me a nod in the rearview mirror.
Hovering over Lucas’ number, I press it and bring the phone to my ear and wait for him to answer.
Nothing.
I’m annoyed and irritated today. My mind has been filled with the Simmons Pearl account, but the problem is, it’s not the account that has consumed me; it’s the young woman who presented it.
Taylor Moss.
A walking wet dream.
Twenty-Four.
Forbidden but still tempting.
Looking up at our office block as we pull up to the kerb, I grab my briefcase and exit the car. Walking into the building, I breeze through security and make my way up to the tenth floor, making quick work of my strides as I scan the office for anyone but it’s empty.
Moving towards the gym, I am met with an empty room. My brows furrow and I turn to face the shower room.
Pushing through the door, that’s when I see her. Standing in a white lace thong and matching bra.
“Taylor,” I stop in my tracks and as much as I will for my eyes to lift from her, they don’t.
Toned, glowing, utterly sexy.
“Oh my god,” she shrieks, grabbing her clothes and holding them in front of her body. “Theodore…”
“Theo.” I correct her, my legs moving towards her involuntarily.
“Theo,” she whispers as I close the gap between us, her eyes wide and full of worry.
“My shower is broken… I… I…” and I watch as she shrinks away from me until her back is against the wall.
I should stay away.
But what I should do and what I want to do are two different things.
Stepping towards her, my fingers pinch the item of clothing from her and place it on the counter. Her eyes flash towards there and her cheeks burn.