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feeling of her tight pussy against his dick. He thrust, sliding against her harder and harder, until he was sure he bruised her.
    Jess kissed his lips as he felt her tighten around him, vaginal walls slick with moisture as she reached her climax. Her screams and shouts of pleasure swallowed into his mouth.
    Nick followed after her, thrusting with a hoarse shout against her lips, releasing, hot, velvety semen inside of her. Not caring about anything else at that point but her sweet pussy, taking everything he had to give.
    He could die coming inside of her, he knew.
    Probably would, given his luck.
    Nick returned to earth, and somewhere in the background heard a knock at the door. At first, he thought it was a figment of his imagination.
    Then he heard Connie’s voice.
    “Nickolas? Are you in there?”
    For the next several minutes they stood, motionless with their bodies locked together. Neither one of them wanting to come back to reality and deal with any of this.
    Another knock this time louder.
    “Nickolas?”
    Jess’s heart started racing. She had to get out of there but how?
    Climb out the fucking window?
    Wait. Nick didn’t have windows.
    Next.
    She anxiously pushed him out of her. Sliding off the desk, yanking her dress down. She was absolutely horrified. Torn between sinking through the floor, and kicking his ass.
    “Why do I let you get me into this shit?”
    Nick glared at her again. “Jess. Not now, ok? Just…don’t.”
    He pulled up his pants, walking over to the wall separating his office from the club. He moved the painting, hitting a switch. A door opened that led her into Mike’s DJ booth.
    “Get out this way. I’ll deal with this.”
    She looked at him in shock. What the hell? An escape door?
    The man was full of surprises.
    “Kid, will you go the fuck on? I’ll take care of Connie.”
    “Fine. I’m going. But mark my words. This shit? Will not be happening again.”
    She started through the door and found Mike, leaning down to help her through. She wondered if this is how Alice felt going down the rabbit hole.
    “Jess…”
    She turned, looking at him once more.
    “What, Nick.”
    “I love you.”
    She paused, noticing the doorknob turning and opening, but still not moving.
    “What did you just say?”
    “I said I love you.” He grinned at her. “Now get the fuck out.”
    Mike yanked her though, closing the door so she wasn’t seen.

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    “Who do you love?” Connie asked him.
    He turned to look at her, furious at her barging in his office without being told to come in.
    “I hung up with my mother.” He lied smoothly, without batting an eye.
    Lying to her came so easy now. He wished he cared more about that.
    He didn’t.
    “Really? I wish you had waited. I wanted to ask her something.”
    She looked at him, daring him to object.
    “Did you need the phone? I’m sure you can still catch her if you hurry.” He arched an eyebrow sardonically, holding out the phone to her. Two could play that game.
    “No need. I’ll call her later. Sorry for coming into your office without knocking. Thought I heard you moaning. I was concerned you were hurt.”
    “Jammed my foot. Nothing to worry about though.”
    Oh…he was moaning alright. And the fucker was shitty he couldn’t keep screwing his little slut. She could still smell sex in the air, and knew someone recently bid a hasty retreat. Where was the whore though?
    “I’m fine, Connie. Now can you leave, so I can finish up business?”
    “Of course Nickolas. Oh, and by the way. Next time you decide to fuck your goomar while I’m with you, think twice.”
    “I don’t take orders from you, Connie.”
    “How about my father, Nick? Do you take orders from him?” She smiled. “Don’t embarrass me again. I promise you will-”
    Without warning he grabbed her by the arms, slamming her against the wall. Hard enough for her head to bounce off of it.
    Connie bit back a shriek.
    “What the hell are you-”
    “Who the fuck do you
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