Apart from eating Sable's pussy until her thighs shook like she was trying to earthquake office floor—until her voice cracked into little broken prayers and her hips bucked so hard she nearly launched herself off the desk—until I'd tongue, finger-fucked and teased her with my cock so thoroughly that she'd spend the entire time I'd be in Paris, clenching every time she remembered how I'd pinned her wrists and made her beg just to breathe—
—going to Paris still meant cleaning up the rest of the board first.
Most of the cleanup wasn't even for me.
One piece was currently wrapped around my hand like a living promise.
Rory's fingers were tiny, hot, and locked around mine with the grip strength of someone who'd already learned the world likes to let go when you need it most.
We stood outside Elite & Bright Academy, staring up at the marble-and-gold monument to inherited wealth and curated cruelty that pretended to be a school.
