AN: I wasn't sure about adding this chapter but I had already written it so it was a waste not to upload it. Thank you so much for your votes and collections. Thank you so much Kake_Tak and potato127 for the golden tickets. I truly appreciate it. Happy reading.
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She doesn't hesitate. She walks over, the click of her heels on the polished floor a nice fucking rhythm, and drops to her knees on the plush rug between my legs. I blow the smoke out to the side, not wanting to cloud the view. I run my fingers through her hair. It's soft.
"You know what to do," I say, my voice a low rumble. It's not a question.
Her hands are on my belt, then the button of my slacks. The sound of the zipper coming down is loud in the quiet room. Yeah. There it is.
I look up at the ceiling, at the intricate plaster molding, as her cool fingers fish my cock out of my briefs. I'm already fucking hard, pissed off and needing an outlet. She doesn't make me wait.
