ALINA’S POV.

    God, please no!

    “Sorry, gentlemen. My fiancée can be… needy at times.” Lucian responded smoothly.

    I slowly turned around to check hisptop screen, and I confirmed what I already knew.

    Five faces stared back at me, some with shock, others with amused grins.

    “Oh Lord.” I said in horror as I buried my face in Lucian’s chest in utter embarrassment.

    “It’s quite alright, Mr. ckwood. We all have wives, so we can understand. We can revisit this tomorrow.”Another voice said lightly.

    “Alright then, gentlemen. My assistant will email you the time for the next meeting,” he informed them. “Let me go attend to my madame.” He added, making me smack his chest. !--

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    Laughter echoed from theptop before it went silent.

    “You can stop hiding now.” Lucian said, amused.

    “Why didn’t you tell me you were on a call?” I whined, still mortified.

    “I tried to, doll, but you didn’t let me talk.” He defended with a chuckle. “Red is a good color on you.” He said, caressing my flushed cheeks.

    “Shut up.” I mumbled. “God, this is so embarrassing.” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

    “Calm down, doll. My business partners didn’t think it was a big deal.” He assured me, brushing his thumb over my cheek gently.

    “Sure, because they were too busy being entertained at my expense, and it is all your fault.” I groaned again as my mind reyed the horror.

    “Fine, it’s my fault. Let me make it up to you.” He said, his tone suddenly dipping into something darker, more sensual.

    “I’m still sore.” I told him softly, a hint of reluctance in my tone.

    “Trust me, this is going to feel good, I promise.” He whispered against my lips, cing a soft kiss.

    His hands rested on my lower back, his fingers syed possessively. My body was heating up, and I was sure he could feel it through the thin cotton of my clothes.

    “Okay.” I nodded, eyes locked on his.

    The shirt I was wearing had slipped slightly off my shoulder, baring the delicate curve of my corbone.

    Lucian ced a kiss on the exposed part.

    1 shifted at the sensation the action brought me, my bare hips brushed against him in a way that made him suck in a breath, sharp and barely restrained.

    Our eyes met, mine were heavy-lidded and teasing, while his dark were burning with something deeper than desire. His

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    thumb grazed my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

    “I hate when you walk around the mansion in this,” he said, his finger ying with the helm of the shirt. But I have to admit, you’re going to be the death of me, wearing this.” He murmured, voice rough.

    Then he kissed me.

    It wasn’t gentle. It was the kind of kiss that came with a familiar memory, the echo ofst night still alive between us. His mouth imed mine with quiet urgency, lips parting mine as his tongue swept in, tasting, demanding.

    I responded without hesitation, my fingers curling into the back of his hair, my nails grazing his scalp. My hips rolled against him, unconsciously filled with need, he groaned into my mouth at the action, the sound ripping from deep within his chest.

    The kiss deepened, raw and consuming. Every brush of our lips against each other and every flicker of tongues, carried the ache ofst night and the promise of more. His hands slid lower, gripping my thighs, his thumbs began to stroke upward beneath the hem of his shirt, seeking skin, seeking me.

    When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard, his lips were red and slightly swollen, while my eyes were dazed.

    “Desk.” He said roughly, voice thick with hunger.

    “Huh?” I blinked, confused, flushed and breathless, but he was already lifting me.

    My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he stood, he moved hisptop out of the way in one fluid movement and ced me on his desk. Papers scattered around as the cool wood met the backs of my bare thighs.

    Then he sat back down, adjusting his chair, lowering it until he was satisfied.

    My breath caught the moment he grabbed my thighs pulling me to the edge, my palm met the cool, polished wood of the desk with a smack not expecting the sudden action. The edge of the desk dug gently into my thighs, grounding me, even as the heat in his eyes threatened to burn me.

    He stayed there for a second, sitting between my spread legs, just looking at me. His intense look made me shy. I fought the urge to close my legs.

    He was looking at me like he was trying tomit me to memory. It wasn’t like I looked my best, I still had messy bed hair and the flush on my cheeks still lingered. His shirt was hanging off my tiny frame like it belonged there, like I did.

    I guess those are the little things that were driving him insane.

    Lucian hooked his fingers beneath the hem, slowly pushing the shirt up, revealing the soft curve of my waist, the cold air from the air conditioner hit my exposed stomach and the delicate dip of my navel, making me shiver.

    He kissed each inch he uncovered, soft, worshipful kisses that contrasted with the tension humming within him. I could feel it in the way his fingers gripped my thighs, in the way his breath faltered just before his lips found my skin again.

    “You’re unreal,” he murmured in a low voice, rough with need, his words ghosting over my skin. “You taste just likest night, maybe even better.”

    My breath quickened.

    My fingers slid into his hair as his mouth moved lower, gently brushing over the inside of my thigh in a featherlight touch, it was maddening.

    He kissed me there, again and again, until my legs trembled around his shoulders.

    My hands tightened around his hair in anticipation.

    When his mouth finally met me through the thin barrier of myce panties, I gasped, my hips arching toward him instinctively.

    Lucian held me in ce, hands syed across my waist, anchoring me to the desk. Then he slid my panties to the side, the first stroke of his tongue was slow and deliberate, and it wrecked my entire being.

    My head fell back, a moan I was trying so hard to hold back so as to not alert people outside what was happening in here, slipped out of my lips.

    Lucian worked my core with the same focus he gave to everything, methodical, possessive, unhurried and devastatingly skilled.

    It was like he was worshiping me. Like I was the only thing that existed in his world right now.

    And I was.

    My fingers tugged gently at his hair, it was not to pull him away, never that, it was to ground herself, to feel him, real, warm and relentless between my thighs.

    My breath came in quick, broken spurts, the air around us was thick with heat, tension and the soft, wet sounds of his affection.

    “Oh my God Lucian.” I moaned shamelessly.

    I was close, achingly so, and he knew.

    I could feel it in the way his grip tightened, the way his tonguepped at my core with deeper pressure, how he moaned against me when I whispered his name like a prayer.

    “Lucian, I am going to cum.”

    It was the only warning I gave before I came undone, shattering in his arms, around his mouth, my cry echoed softly off the study walls. My body arched, my toes curled, and my eyes fluttered closed as wave after wave rolled through me.

    Lucian didn’t stoppping and sucking until I was spent, until my legs trembled and my fingers went ck in his hair, my back met the desk as I tried to catch my breath. Then he rose slowly, his hazel eyes dark with heat, lips glistening with my juice.

    He leaned over me, bracing himself with his hands on either side of my hips, and then he kissed me again, slow this time,zy and lingering.

    I tasted myself on his tongue but I didn’t care. I kissed him back with everything I had.