A Week After the Board Meeting
"I'm going to make you forget the years I was absent," Lorenzo murmured, his lips brushing against Ashley's foot. A shiver spread through her, her toes curling in response.
A breathy sigh escaped her lips as his kisses traveled up the length of her leg, slow and teasing, until they reached the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"Loren..."
Her voice melted into a moan, fingers diving into Lorenzo's soft hair as her head tipped back. Her legs, still adorned with red heels, rested on the table where Lorenzo had positioned them. With a swift motion, he tore away her thong, his fingers tracing lazy, torturous circles over her exposed entrance before giving it a firm squeeze.
Ashley whimpered.
"You are so fucking wet," Lorenzo rasped, his voice thick with desire.
His eyes, dark with raw hunger, bore into her as he thrust his fingers into her pussy, stretching her tight walls.
Ashley gasped at the force, her body arching as pleasure surged through her.
"Uh... yeah..." She clamped around him, only for him to stretch her further, adding another finger. A strangled cry tore from her throat as he quickened his pace, pushing her toward the edge.
"Please... ah... I'm going to come..." she panted, her eyes rolling backwards as waves of pleasure consumed her.
Their ragged breaths filled the air, mingling with the sounds of her helpless whimpers.
"Not yet, baby," Lorenzo growled, capturing her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. "You'll come when I say so... and you'll come all over my cock."
Spreading her legs wider, he gripped her hair, forcing their gazes to lock. Without warning, his dick replaced his fingers, the force making Ashley jerk violently.
"Ah...!"
If someone could die from excessive pleasure, she'd already be six feet under the moment Lorenzo's hugeness filled her completely
His large hand suddenly clamped over her mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to shatter the office walls.
His pace was punishing, each stroke deep and demanding, as if he was determined to brand himself into her very soul.
"You feel like heaven, sunshine," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "You taste better than pure honey."
Ashley tightened her grip on him, her body trembling, her mind a haze of the sweetest sensations. "Promise me you'll never leave again," she pleaded between ragged breaths, her legs quivering beneath his relentless thrusts.
Lorenzo's grip tightened. He wanted to reassure her not just with words, but with action. He flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her against the cool surface of the table.
With a sharp drive, he was inside her again, his hand coming down on her ass with resounding smacks, leaving behind deep red marks. "This is my promise, my sunshine."
"Enzo... please... uh... Enzo..." Her voice quivered, fading into incoherent moans that sounded like music as her walls clenched around him.
Another thrust was accompanied by a sharper spank.
"Fuck... ah!"
He squeezed her ass as if his life depended on it—because at that moment, it did.
Ashley felt herself nearing her edge, but Lorenzo chose that moment to pull out. She nearly passed out.
Before she could murder him, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, and slammed back inside her as he walked toward the glass office wall.
He pinned her against it, increasing his pace, his gaze fixed on her dreamy face instead of the city view. With her hair sprawled across the glass, her breasts bouncing, and Lorenzo determined to shift her womb out of position, all she could do was scream.
"You're mine, sunshine. Do you understand that?"
She managed a nod.
A strangled groan escaped Lorenzo's lips as he felt her tighten around him, the pleasure spiraling into the depths of his brain.
"I want words, sugar."
He punished her with a harder thrust.
"Yes... yes, I am yours, Lorenzo Grey," she practically screamed.
A moment later, they both reached their climax, his name falling from Ashley's lips like a prayer as her body shuddered beneath him.
Lorenzo stood there, drenched in sweat, drinking in the sight of her—flushed, satisfied, and utterly wrecked on his office table. Yes, they were back on his table again. The most beautiful mess he'd ever seen.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "I love you," he whispered.
But before she could respond...
A shrill ring shattered the silence.
Lorenzo jolted awake.
He was covered in sweat, his body still tense, the evidence of his dream pressing painfully against his pants.
He cursed under his breath, raking a frustrated hand through his hair. What the hell just happened? Fuck, he was having a wet dream in his office. He rubbed his face, drying some of the sweat.
He'd been thinking about last night—the party, his mother's request, and Carl's advice to fake a relationship with Elara to put his mom's worries to rest. And yet, somehow, that train of thought had spiraled into a dream so intense, so consuming, that it left him craving the woman in it even more.
He swallowed.
Ashley had always been in his dreams, but never like this. Never this raw.
Another shrill ring of his office phone cut through his thoughts, only fueling his irritation. His jaw clenched as he shot an angry glare at the device.
This wasn't the first time he'd dreamed about her, but his dreams had always been soft—pure, even. The dirtiest they had ever gotten was a kiss, a lingering touch. But this? This was on a whole different level. He let out a shaky breath and pushed himself to his feet, heading for the mini fridge.
He grabbed a bottle of chilled water, downing it in an attempt to cool the flame burning under his skin. At the same time, he gently massaged his hard dick through his trousers, trying to calm it down. Maybe a cold shower might do the trick faster.
But then, the phone rang again.
What the hell? He stormed towards it.