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Almost.

“I’m coming, Misha. I want this to last forever, but I can’t. I can’t stop it. I never thought it could be like this. I never thought being hunted and then fucked would be so hot. I want you to chase me again, Misha.”

Fuck. Her words pushed me over the edge, and I took her with me.

By the time we caught our breath, Viktor and Leo were there, ready to help her to her feet.

My body trembled, the intensity of the moment leaving my legs weak. I’d never felt anything like it before, and I wasn’t sure I liked her hold over me.

I’d walked out of rooms where men twice her size had not managed to shake me. I’d stood over bodies and felt less than nothing. But seeing her smooth her dress earlier had undone me. And she’d done it without even trying.

Leo ran his hands through her hair, smoothing the wild strands. “Would you like to come home with us? Have dinner?” He grinned lightly, his mouth creasing. “And perhaps another round.”

Peyton slid off the desk and into Leo’s arms. I knew what she’d say before she opened her mouth. Her eyes gave her away, and I locked down my face before it betrayed me by showing my disappointment.

“I can’t.” Her voice came out small but certain. She gathered her hair behind her neck and twisted it into a messy bun. “I’m having dinner with my family. It’s a weekly thing, and I can’t miss it.” Moving across the room, her body still flushed with pleasure, she gathered up the lingerie and slipped back into her dress, tying it around her waist with shaking hands. “But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Does this mean work sex is now acceptable?” The question I asked stopped her in her tracks, her back to me. To us.

She turned slowly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “To an extent… yes.” A smile flashed, and she opened the door. “As long as no one sees.”

Oh, we could take care of that.

The door clicked shut. I stood there with her scent on my skin and the ghost of her warmth in my hands, and for the first time in my very empty life, I craved connection.

Viktor moved to the window, and Leo straightened his shirt.

The silence stretched, familiar but bordering on tense. I turned over every second of the last hour, searching it for anything that might prove me wrong.

Peyton was not a liar.

A woman sent by Anton would not look at me the way Peyton did when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Anton’s people feared failure. He built them to fear everything.

When sufficient time had passed for her to be out of earshot, Leo, Viktor, and I faced each other.

We didn’t need words to confirm what we all understood. Peyton was not a spy. If, and that was a very nearly impossible if, she was, she was entirely too good at the role and we deserved to be wrong.

19

PEYTON

I should have realized exactly what would happen once I opened the door to sex in the office.

I really, really should have realized, but as I knelt between Viktor’s legs, my body curled under his desk as I drew his cock into my mouth and sucked like I’d die if he didn’t come, I realized I’d heartily underestimated our sex drive.

Not just mine. All of ours.

Viktor gripped the back of my head, his hand so tangled in my hair, I might never get it under control again.

We were alone in the office, and I’d taken advantage of my lunch hour to sneak in here and politely ask him if he needed anything.

He’d rolled back in his chair and pointed down at the space beneath the desk. I’d never scrambled so fast on my hands and knees in my life. I probably had rug burn, but I didn’t care.

The taste of him, the feel of his thick shaft working between my lips, made me moan. I ran my fingers along my slit and pressed my thumb against my clit.

I’d never been great at getting myself off, something about my lack of confidence in my body making me too uneasy about touching myself.