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  I was still looking at my dick when I saw Liv's hand come into view. Mouth still open, I watched, a helplessly trapped slave.

  Felt as her skin made contact.

  “Yes.” I moaned brokenly, thrusting into her tiny fist. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I almost forgot about the condom. Every instinct told me to shove her back onto the table and plow into her.

  I growled, pulling her hand away. “Stop.” I ripped the condom open with my teeth while I used my free hand to push her back on the desk. Liv went willingly; her pupils were dilated so much that her eyes seemed black.

  “You brought condoms?”

  “A man can be hopeful, right?”

  My dick continued to throb as I rolled the condom on. Liv bit her lip hard. I leaned in and sucked her lip right into my mouth. I swear to you, the sound of us moaning together as we kissed was nearly the final straw for my poor dick.

  As it is, that kiss pushed me closer to the edge.

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  My tongue was hopelessly tangled with hers when I pressed into her. We both froze, moaning. The tip of my dick throbbed against her entrance. Livana's muscles shivered, her heat leaking into me.

  I pulled back, needing to see her face when I took her. “I've fantasized about this so many times,” I groaned, teasing her entrance with my cock.

  Liv moaned, eyes rolling back. “Me, too. God, I've fucked myself so hard thinking about you, Calum.”

  I lost it and pushed my dick into her in one, long thrust. “Fuck, baby.” My back arched, my thighs slapping against the table. I shook against her, holding onto the wood beneath her and trying to control the roar in me.

  Liv trembled everywhere. Her pussy was so small that I could barely believe it. And she whimpered under me, clearly trying to get used to my invasion. “Fuck, baby. It's unbelievable.” I was shaking and sweating as I tried to stay still.

  Her heat made me grit my teeth until the pain shot into my head. Even that wasn't enough to distract me.

  Liv whimpered, arching and moving her hips while trying to get comfortable. “You're so big.” She made me tense as a ripple of pleasure shot through my dick, my back, my calves…“Fuck.”

  Liv's little hands landed on my chest. I inhaled shakily as she started tracing every muscle. “Fuck, is right.” She moaned, rotating her hips just a little. Enough to make me growl dangerously.

  I really hoped the girl was getting used to my size because I sure as hell wasn't getting used to hers. I needed to move, damn it!

  “You're so hot,” Liv whispered, a small whimper in her tone.

  “So are you. You have no idea how much I want to just pound into you right now…”

  Liv's entire body tightened. My hands strained around the table’s edge. I dared not touch her. I knew I'd hurt her in this state…

  Liv went crazy underneath me. “Do it. Fuck, baby, do it.” Her hips rose up and pressed harder against mine.

  I arched, hissing and throwing my head back as the last of my sanity melted down my spine. Using my hold on the table, I pushed myself back.

  Liv wasn't the only one that shivered with every inch that I withdrew. The pleasure pierced through me. I literally saw the sparks going off in my head as I thrust back in. Liv arched, moaning, straining, clawing.

  “Give me that dick, baby. I want it.”

  I growled, holding her still and slamming into her. “Then fucking take it.”

  Her voice made my eyes roll back as I set a brutal rhythm. One that I knew would hurt her but one that at the moment we both fucking needed.

  Liv moaned, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders. I could hear myself still growling, the sound becoming a constant vibration in my chest.

  “God, so good.” Liv’s back remained arched and her breasts teased me. Called to me. I bent down, the angle not only allowing my mouth access to her nipple but sending me deeper into her.

  We both cried out at the sensation. Liv held my head to her tit as I licked her, moaning at how good she tasted. The taste of her slammed back into my throat and down my gut. My dick throbbed relentlessly with each lick, adding to the pleasure of each thrust.

  “Baby, please, I...”

  I knew what she was begging me for. What she wanted.

  Rearing up, I pinched her swollen nipple and leaned back. Rotating my hips, I arched my back and went in as deep as her body would let me, feeling my balls tighten painfully. “Fuck, baby, your pussy. God, girl, do you have any,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “idea,” thrust, “how good…”

  I choked on the last of my words, feeling as she gushed around me. Onto me. Fuck, everywhere.

  Liv's eyes widened, locking with mine. I'll never forget the look on her face at that moment. No. She was mine.

  Liv nearly screamed, pleading to me with every inch of her body. “Baby, there. I'm right fucking there.”

  I reached under her, splaying my right hand across her small back and lifting her up. Liv jerked as I used the hold to slam her down onto me. “Oh, God yes.” I leaned down, sucking her nipple back into my mouth.

  “Too much. Calum!” Liv cried out, her thighs shaking on either side of me.

  I moaned, satisfaction hammering through me as I felt her body tightening. I licked her nipple, reaching down with my free hand and ghosting my fingers across her clit.

  “Yes, Oh God, Oh, fuck, Calum. Baby!”

  “Come for me. Fuck girl, I need it. Come all over my cock, baby girl.” I pleaded with her incoherently, my entire consciousness zeroing in on her. On the sight and feel of her.

  Her pussy throbbed around my dick. Her clit throbbed against my fingers. Everything was so hot. So wet. Tight. Fuck, getting tighter…

  So close. So fucking close.

  I growled, my eyes snapping open and my nostrils flaring as Liv managed to push me back, causing my dick to slide out of her.

  My body screamed in raw fury at the feeling of loss. I almost launched myself back on her until she reached down. She looked me in the eye, her hand hovering right above my cock.

  “Please tell me you're clean.”

  “Oh, God.” My brain hollowed out completely at the thought of what she was implying. “Yes…”

  Liv's purred at me. She reached down to pull the condom off at the same time that she reached for her pussy with her free hand. I watched her fingers become instantly coated.

  By the time she'd taken the condom off, her hand was glistening. I watched, brow furrowed and chest panting as she brought her wet hand to my dick.

  “God.” I almost whimpered, jerking against the table when her fist closed around me.

  “Fuck. I love the way you feel. I need you, Calum.” Liv leaned up to moan sexily in my ear, her legs still on either side of me. “Make me come, baby. My pussy's hungry for you.”

  I latched onto her neck with my teeth, grabbing her waist and slamming her back onto me. I almost lost the strength in my legs for good. Without the condom…oh, fuck…so good…so mine…

  “Calum!”

  I begged her, too lost in the heat of her body. “I need it. Come for me. Please.” My dick was passed the point of caring. It wanted to come deep inside her and feed the ache in her.

  “Calum, I feel you.” Liv latched onto me like I was the only thing that mattered. “Please baby, I want your cum…”

  My fingers came back down on her clit, pressing into it and teasing it. I was too fucking close. Too. Fucking. Close. “You want my cum, baby? Milk me. Make me come. Fuck…yeah, right there. Right there…fuck!” I roared, Liv's screams echoing throughout the room as her entire body clamped up around me.

  She took me instantly with her. There wasn't even time for me to realize it. I heard myself moaning incoherently in the background as my heart seemed to stop and restart. Every new pound it gave unleashed wave after wave of pleasure so intense that it bothered on pain.

  My balls had almost crawled into my body. Every muscle twitched as I struggled to simply hang on. Liv was moaning my name, her b
ody straining, her hips rotating against me even as I tried to hold her still.

  The pleasure was too much.

  Fuck…“Liv, baby.” I heard myself gasp, my body almost numb from the rush abusing my brain. I almost blacked out on the most delicious wave of heat that I’d ever experienced. Hell, I was so lost in it I didn't even notice that I'd fallen on Livana.

  When I came to, her heart was thundering under my ear. Her pussy throbbed around me one more time. I hissed, amazed when I felt my balls tightening again.

  “Girl…stop that. I'm pretty sure I just tore something in you open.” I momentarily closed my eyes, groaning at the sight of her nipple tightening.

  “Really?” Liv asked, her voice husky. “Are you sure?” She continued wriggling against me. “Because I'm a little sore, but I can assure you that you felt amazing.”

  The minx cupped the back of my neck and held my head still. I could have fought her hold but the mere idea of what she was about to do had me instantly hard and aching all over again. I groaned, the sound feral as Liv slid her nipple back into my mouth.

  “Yes!”

  “You insatiable little thing,” I softly chastised, licking her nipple before pulling away and staring down at her. She was so perfect to me. As if nature had chosen each part of her just to drive me insane.

  “I didn't come here just to fuck you. I was planning on sharing some wine, talking to you…” I reached up and teased her nipple with a finger.

  Liv moaned. She purposely, I'm sure, tightened every muscle around my cock until my vision almost turned black.

  “Fuck. Keep that up and we're not going anywhere off this table.”

  “Later.” Liv grabbed onto my shoulders and pulled herself up. The girl kissed me like I was the most delicious thing in the world, her tongue sinuous, her moans small and hungry.

  Just like that I was moving against her again, my body starved to feel every bit of her once more. “Fine.” I pulled back and looked at her while I slowly thrust in and out. “But later, you're definitely letting me take you out somewhere.”

  “Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you fucking want.”

  Fuck, yes.

  I fully planned to take advantage of that.

  Epilogue

  I spotted Dorian sitting at one of the tables near the back. Waving away the hostess, I walked right into the restaurant and made my way over to him. “Hey.”

  The man seemed so deep in thought that he didn’t even see me approach. But when he heard me, his head jerked up, blue eyes wide and unfocused.

  Confused, I slid into the seat in front of him. The waiter came over immediately asking me what I wanted to drink. I asked for a coffee then turned to stare at Dorian right after the waiter walked away. “What’s going on? You ask me to meet you and when I do, I find you like this.”

  “That obvious, huh?” Dorian ran a hand through his blond hair.

  “Yeah, that obvious.” I studied him. “And whatever it is, I’m curious as to why you would call me instead of Luke.”

  Dorian gave me a look that made me smirk. “He’s mentally fucked right now. It wouldn’t do any good to even try and talk to him about this. Besides, you know your brother.”

  “Okay. If it’s so big that you can’t trust him with it, you need to tell me. Now. I don’t deal well with curiosity.” The waiter returned just then with my coffee.

  Dorian waited until the waiter walked away again before leaning forward in his seat and pinning with a stare. “Just between you and me.”

  “Of course,” I replied with a nod.

  He sighed, seeming to brace himself. “I need advice on how to deal with a situation.”

  That much I’d already gathered but I remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

  “Remember my intern? Demitra?”

  I nodded. “Stephen’s daughter, of course.”

  Dorian grabbed his glass of water and nearly drained it in one gulp. I raised my eyebrows, more confused than ever. “Okay. Well, here’s the thing. We—we’re…We’re seeing each other.”

  “What the fuck?” I put my coffee back down, deciding against ingesting anything right then. I stared at Dorian, wide eyed and trying to make sense of how he of all people had gotten tangled up with a nineteen year old.

  A nineteen year old that was the daughter of his dead father’s best friend.

  “I know,” Dorian said, brows lowering. “I tried to fight it, I did. But it was inevitable. And two weeks ago—”

  I leaned forward, staring right at him. “Does Stephen know?”

  “No. Demitra wants to keep it secret for another few weeks until she turns twenty and starts her next semester of college. She won’t be working for me anymore by then. I hate lying to him and keeping it from him but I don’t know how else to go about it. He’s going to fucking kill me when he finds out. It’s what I would do.”

  I inhaled, running a hand down my face. “She might be right. At least then you can pretend that this started then.”

  Dorian looked at me, his eyes studying me. “Wait a second. Why aren’t you judging me for being with a nineteen year old?”

  “Because.” And I inhaled again, bracing myself for my own confession. “I just started seeing a twenty-one year old.”

  The little bit of his water that was left got knocked over. “Fuck!” Dorian moved back in his seat, grabbing his napkin and rushing to dry his pants.

  I watched silently, waiting for him to give me his attention again. When he did, I raised an eyebrow, daring him to judge.

  “I’m confused. Wait. You. You are in a relationship with a girl twelve years younger…and you just became single a little over a month ago?”

  “Shall we return to the issue of you and Stephen’s daughter?”

  That shut him up. With a mock glare, he ran his hand through his hair again and I picked up on that fact that it was a nervous habit. One I had never seen before. “Fine. You can tell me all about this girl you’re seeing later.”

  “First off,” I said. “We both need to agree that we’re going to hold off on telling my brother about this. He’s not good at handling personal information very well…”

  “He’ll find out eventually. Not that he’s anyone to judge,” Dorian said with a shrug.

  “What exactly does that mean?”

  Dorian stared at me with a stunned look. “Are you telling me you don’t know?”

  “Don’t know what?”

  “Your brother’s been cursing you to high hell and back for the last few weeks. He’s been losing his mind—”

  “And what exactly did I do?” I asked. But I knew. A part of me was starting to piece together the pieces.

  “You hired a young intern. One that’s been driving him insane.”

  “Angelina?” I snapped, comprehension settling in fully.

  “Angelina?”

  “Janelle’s daughter, Dorian.”

  “Oh, holy fuck.”

  Oh, holy fuck was right. I stared at Dorian, trying to deny to myself what I knew was true. I’d seen the look on Luke’s face and seen his reaction to her.

  Dorian groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Seriously. She’s twenty-one, too. What the fuck is wrong with all of us?”

  Good fucking question. One I didn’t have an answer to. “He can’t just use her as he usually does women. I won’t allow it.”

  “He knows that. He won’t get away with that one. The thing is, I don’t think that’s what he wants and I think that’s what’s driving him insane. Your brother’s emotional immaturity when it comes to women is well–known.”

  I tugged on my own hair, feeling a disaster approaching. A social disaster that might not be an easy one to clean up. “I think we need to stage an intervention.”

  “Agreed. But how do we do it without letting him on to the fact that we have our own little secrets to hide?”

  Another good question.

  “We’ll just have to figure something out,” was the only answer I could come up
with. “For now, explain to me all this all came about. From the beginning. How the hell did you end up with Stephen’s daughter as your lover?”

  Here’s a teaser of

  “Destructively Alluring”

  N. Isabelle Blanco’s first book

  featuring Demitra and Dorian.

  Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.

  After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. And a young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both now because he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.

  1

  The knock on my door interrupted me. Even worse, it made several emotions flare inside of me. In the last three months, I’d come to memorize that sound.

  “Come in.” I ran a hand through my curly blond hair and swallowed past the lump in my throat.

  Which was nothing compared to the lump that was growing in my slacks.

  Again.

  Pathetic, Dorian. Utterly pathetic.

  The door to my office slowly opened. I told myself to ignore the presence that filled it. I told myself that the intriguing -albeit brilliant- nineteen year old girl who just happened to be my intern did nothing to me.