“Take. A. Break.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Getting up, I walk to the door, and the moment Hana comes through it, I lock it so we won’t be disturbed. The second she focuses on me, she drops her bag to the floor.
My eyes drift over the light blue dress she’s wearing, and the corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. “Perfect.”
Closing the distance between us, I slip my hand under her dress and cup her pussy. Feeling how wet she is, I let out a groan. “Fucking perfect.”
My fingers curl around Hana’s panties, and with one yank, I remove them, drawing a gasp from her.
“Desk. Bend over and show me that sexy ass,” I demand.
Hana walks to the desk, and I watch as she clears everything to the side. She leans over the marble, and then gathering the fabric, she pulls the dress up until her ass is on full display for me.
My mouth begins to water as I undo my belt, and I watch as the hiss of leather against fabric makes her thighs rub against each other.
Tilting my head, I snap the belt, and when she squirms, I let out a dark chuckle.
Coming up behind her, I drag the leather over her ass and hearing the gasp, I slowly shake my head before I bring the belt across her cheeks, leaving a red stripe.
Hana stretches her arms in front of her and pushes her ass out to me. “Again.”
I keep the lashes light as I slowly tan her ass into a soft pink glow.
Needing her more than my next breath, I yank my zip down and free my cock. Grabbing hold of her, my fingers dig into her skin as I thrust inside her.
Knowing I’m not going to last long because the foreplay already had pre-cum spilling from my cock, I pound into her.
“Oh God,” Hana gasps. “Harder.”
Using all my strength, I hammer into her until her scream fills the office. Her ass grinds against me as she rides her wave of pleasure, and then my balls tighten, and I begin to pulse inside her. The intense orgasm robs me of my breath, and I bare my teeth. The pleasure surges through me while I empty myself in her.
When I come down from the high, I pull out and slap her ass.
HANA
Working at Hayes and Koslov is fun. I get to see Tristan more while learning the ropes from Demitri.
He’s shown me the bank accounts in Switzerland and Africa where the bulk of the money is kept after being cleaned.
At first, I was apprehensive, but after learning that the funds come from the illicit trade of art, rare goods, cigars, and liquor, I’m okay with it.
I might’ve accepted what Tristan does for a living, but it doesn’t mean I’ll condone everything. I made it clear to the men that they’ll have hell to pay if they even think of entering the sex trade business. I won’t stand for it.
They just laughed at me, saying they don’t get involved with the scum of humanity.
I’m busy moving funds around, so it doesn’t stay too long in one place when Tristan comes into my office.
His mouth curves up with satisfaction. “How’s your day?”
“Good. I’m almost done with Africa,” I murmur as I double-check the amount I’m transferring.
“Do you like being the banker?” he asks as he takes a seat in front of the desk.
I nod, and grinning, I reply, “I like having you all by the balls.”
Tristan lets out a bark of laughter. “True.”
When the funds transfer goes through, I lean back in my chair. “What can I do for you, Sir?”
Tristan draws his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes narrowing on me. “Join me for lunch.”
“Okay.”
Tristan snaps his fingers, and I laugh when a server brings in two plates of food.
Scooting my chair closer to the desk, I look at the chicken salad. “Perfect.”
While we eat, I mention, “I don’t know how I’m going to go back to Trinity when the summer break ends.”
Tristan swallows before muttering, “That makes two of us.”
“I’ll go back and try one last time. If I can’t, then I’ll talk to my parents.”
Tristan’s movements still, then he asks, “Will you join us then?”
I nod. “Will you be okay with it?”
“Of course,” he murmurs, his mouth curving up again.
“I want an increase then,” I demand playfully.
Tristan laughs. “Decide on the amount and run it by Alexei.”
I let out a huff. “Burst my bubble, why don’t you.”
“I can always settle the balance with orgasms,” Tristan murmurs.
“Oooh… I can work with that,” I tease him.
It’s been three weeks since I’ve returned to the academy, and everything still feels out of place.
I miss the penthouse and Tristan. I miss the guys and working with them. I miss everything. The only comfort I have is knowing Nikhil and Sacha are close by.
I let out a sigh as I walk to class with Fallon, Mila, and Jade.
“What’s wrong?” Fallon asks.
She and Kao got engaged and moved in together. She now drives in for classes, and it has me saying, “I’m going to move in with Tristan. Staying in the suite isn’t working for me.”
“So things are serious between you and Tristan?” Mila asks.
I nod, a smile forming around my lips. “Very serious.”
Jade and Mila let out shrieks before they hug me. “We knew you weren’t telling us everything.”
“I just wanted to keep it to myself for a while,” I admit.
I haven’t spent as much time with my friends as I’d like to, but we’ve all been busy with our own lives. Even Jade and Hunter are looking for a house. Mila and Jase will probably move in together soon, as well.
“We actually celebrated our first anniversary a couple of weeks ago,” I add.
“As long as you’re happy,” Fallon says as she gives me a sideways hug.
“I am,” I murmur.
Except for the damn studies. I need to talk to my parents.
Nathan, one of the seniors, approach us, and I quickly make a peace sign because Nikhil and Sacha don’t know him.
“Hi ladies, how was the summer break?”
Nathan is harmless. His family has business ties with CRC Holdings, so it’s only normal for us to interact with him.
“It was good,” Fallon answers, then she adds, “Kao and I just moved in together. I’ll arrange a little get together to celebrate.”
“Let me know when,” Nathan says before another student grabs his attention. “See you around.”
I go to class and struggle through the hour before I walk to where Nikhil and Sacha are watching me from under a tree. “Let’s go, guys,”
“Where?” Sacha asks as we head toward the car.
“To Tristan.”
Climbing into the car, I send Dad a text.
H: Can we come over for dinner tonight?
Dad doesn’t take long to reply.
D: Of course. xxx
Knowing I can’t continue a life that’s not mine any longer, I’ll just have to bite the bullet and tell my parents that I’d rather start working.
I have no idea how they’re going to react, though, and it makes my stomach tighten with nerves. Mom should be okay, but Dad, I’m not so sure about.