90 — JULIAN ADAMS (POV)

I stare at the door of Angelee’s apartment, waiting for them to open it. My hands are in my pockets, and I hold my present for tonight in closed fist.
Ever since I heard Tyler’s plan, my mood has been shit. Well, it’s a good plan, so I kept quiet. But of course, that doesn’t mean I like being pushed around like this.
Heavy footsteps sound on the other side, and I let out a harsh breath through a gap between my lips when the door finally opens. Mike doesn’t seem surprised to see me; his phone is pressed to his ear, listening to something on the other end of the line, someone passing on a report or something like that.
With a nod, he invites me in, heading back into the apartment.
I close the door behind me, with my eyes scanning the place, settling on the corridor — at the end of it, where Angelee’s room is.
“Still working, Mike? Don’t you think you need a break?” I say loudly, teasingly, and get a roll of the eyes.
“I wouldn’t have to work *that much* if you just returned to your Vice President job. If you’re worried about my workload, why don’t you just go back?”
I twist my lips, turning my eyes back to the corridor as heels start hitting the porcelain tiles.
“I’m not Vice President anymore. I’m Project Director now -” The words die when my gaze finally finds Angelee, so beautiful that I’m honestly holding my breath.
Her red dress makes me stare at her from head to toe, catching every detail with such extreme attention that my mouth hangs open. The slit that reveals her smooth leg and rises dangerously, showing her thigh, awakens something in me that isn’t lust... It’s a different kind of warmth that seizes my chest at the same time that’s sending a chill down my spine.
*She’s simply stunning.*
And when she sees me and smiles... I immediately regret getting the invitations for her to go with another man at that fucking club.
“How do I look?” She asks, looking at her father and finally resting her eyes on me.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Mike says, pulling his phone away from his ear and looking at his daughter with genuine pride.
“What do you think, Julian?” She asks, this time with a provocative smile, “Do I look pretty?”
This makes me take a deep breath because if I say what I’m really thinking, Mike will punch me straight in the face... But she knows that, doesn’t she?
This little girl likes to play with fire.
“Hmm, I think you should change your shoes,” I say with the same provocative smile, taking her by surprise. She looks down at her feet, returning her gaze to me when I add, “You’ve been so clumsy these days, tripping over your feet... You don’t want to twist those thin heels in front of your date, do you?”
Angelee frowns, and I suppress a laugh.
“Stop teasing her, Juls.” Mike scolds me in his normal tone.
She turns her back on us, walking back into her bedroom, her shoes clicking at the same pace as my heart.
“Oh, did you get it?” Mike returns the phone to his ear, answering the person who speaks again, “Yes, yes... Send it to me now. I’ll open the e-mail here.”
Mike raises his hand, asking me to wait to sort out whatever I’ve come here to do, without even imagining that I only came here to see Angelee. He walks back down the corridor, into his office, and closes the door, leaving me alone.
I raise my head, staring at the ceiling, and try to resist this urge, but...
*Screw that.*
I walk to Angelee’s room, stopping at the doorway, crossing my arms, keeping my eyes locked on the way she’s sitting on the bed, kicking off her heels.
Hah... I can’t resist the way Angelee naturally obeys what I say.
“You should put on thicker heels,” I suggest, attracting her attention, watching as she lifts her face to look at me properly. “You’re going to drink, aren’t you?”
“I might have to drink... I don’t want Grace to get suspicious.” She lets go of the last heel, placing the soles of her feet on the floor. “Thanks for sorting out the invitations.”
I was regretting it, but... When she thanks me like that, looking at me with such an innocent expression, I forget for a moment why I’m in such a bad mood.
But then she gets up and walks to the dressing room, bringing me back to reality — to the fact that she’s going out on a new date with another guy.
I follow her into the dressing room, short breathing, my eyes locked on her curves, which, even from the back, are truly attractive. Her slim waist, wide hips, and that ass...
*My mouth is getting dry.*
I swallow hard, overwhelmed by these conflicting feelings that make me slowly move closer, stopping just behind her. Our proximity makes her shiver, especially when she feels my hand on her bare shoulder, pushing her hair forward to reveal her bare shoulders.
“Do you want to know what I think?” I whisper against her cheek, my hand trailing up the slit of the dress, “You look really hot in this dress.”
Angelee wriggles her body, leaning against my abs, and rubs her ass against my cock that’s reacting. I lower my lips to her neck, placing a wet kiss that makes her sigh softly.
“But that won’t spare you the punishment for being a naughty girl.”
She gasps, trying to turn and look at me, but I hold her firmly by the waist, hearing a grunt that doesn’t fool me. I know she likes to be held tightly, and there’s no doubt about it because she rubs her ass against me again, making me chuckle.
“You didn’t think I’d let you go on a date with another guy and leave it like that, did you? That you’d fool around, and I’d let you go easily?”
“It’s not a date, you know it...” She mumbles, her voice weak.
“It seems like one.” I clamp my fingers tighter around her waist, stopping her from rubbing herself and feeling my erection in the middle of her ass. “Whatever, I have something for you...”
I let her turn, watching expectantly as I take something familiar out of my pocket, something that makes her open her eyes slightly, with understanding creeping over her skin. It’s the pink dildo she’s tried out before in my office...
“Use it while you’re sitting there, looking at another man, trying to forget who put this inside you.”
She holds her breath, gripping the edges of the dress tightly, but doesn’t take her eyes off mine. I lean over to brush our lips in a light kiss, which makes her give in completely, lifting her face even more to lick my lips and invite me to something more passionate.
My hands climb beyond the slit, finding the strap of her panties while I finally advance my tongue to meet hers. Our kiss is slow, and I try to keep up this calm rhythm, but every time she rubs her breasts against my abs and sucks on my tongue, I get a little closer to madness.
I press her against the closet, my fist closed against it, holding the dildo that disappears in my hand while my fingertips run along the inside of her thigh, threatening to find her crotch. But she’s rubbing her thighs together, blocking my hand from going up.
Breaking off our kiss, I tell hoarsely, my words reverberating against her lips, “Spread your legs, Angelee.”
And she obeys, finally allowing my hand to find her soaked panties.
I can’t help the grunt that escapes from deep in my throat when I feel her wetness in my fingers, the curve of her clit against the thin cloth that, when I press, makes her swallow a moan.
“You’re so wet, and I haven’t done anything yet.” I put the panties aside while she’s holding her breath, still looking me straight in the eye. “You’ve really become a pervy, huh?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this here...” She whispers, digging her fingers tighter into my shirt. “My father...”
“Shhh...” I rub my lips against hers, pressing her entrance with the tip of my index finger, “Why don’t you turn me your ass and lift your dress? If I do it by myself, I’ll mess you up.”
I slip my finger inside her a little, just the tip, and she moans slowly, nodding as she gently lifts her dress, even though I can sense an urgency in how she gathers the cloth around her hips and turns around, leaning her breasts against the closet.
“Lift your ass, Angelee,” I tell hoarsely, watching her obey me like the good girl she is.
Honestly, she sets me on fire... and I don’t know if I’m going crazy because she’s always submitting to me like this... or because her panties are so thin that they’re tucked in the middle of her ass.
“Be quick - *huh,”* Her voice sounds shaky, but she moans loudly when I take a tight hold of her hair and pull it, making her back arch.
“How do you say?” My voice is harsh, just as low. “Where are your manners?”
“Please, Julian...” She whimpers, rubbing her thighs together. Angelee is dying to have something inside her, filling her completely... She’s begging for the dildo, eager to feel it.
“Such a dirty girl.” I give a low chuckle, pulling her panties aside while putting the dildo at her entrance... And she sighs with a thin cry that sends shivers down my spine, making a wicked idea cross my mind.
I pull the *pink egg* away, still holding her panties to the side. She wiggles her ass while I unbutton my pants quickly, feeling my cock throb... She can’t see it, but I need to feel her insides a little, just a bit, just once...
That’s why I bury everything in one quick thrust, moaning hoarsely and throwing my head back from being swallowed by her warmth. She moans too, a little louder than she should, but quickly covers her mouth, squeezing me so tightly that I grunt, “Shit.”
I pull my hips away only to thrust forward again, colliding our bodies hard. The sound of our skin clashing is dangerously loud, but she just closes her eyes tightly, with tears of pleasure on her eyelashes, struggling to control her moans as I jerk my hips hard, one, two, three hard, deep thrusts…
Just to be empty again.
Angelee is almost falling over when I ripped out a last time. Her legs immediately give way, and I have to hold her tight again, forcing her back arched… “Why -”
“Keep quiet.” I slide the dildo into her, a discreet push that makes it go all the way in.
She gasps, but her expression isn’t one of intense pleasure, like when I buried my cock inside her… No, her eyes are burning with hunger, with lust. She doesn’t seem satisfied at all.
*Haha... I’m really losing it.*
With the pink egg inside her, I release her panties and gently pull down her dress, noticing how short her breathing is, how she bites her lips with desire all over her face, lowering her eyes to my erection that’s still rigid, throbbing, and exposed.
I suppress a smile when her hand reaches for it eagerly, but I hold her by the wrist, preventing her from touching it. She raises her eyes again, frowning, a pout on her lips that makes me think that I’ve really spoiled her too much.
“Keep the dildo inside you, huh?” I say slowly, “Don’t leave it out, not for a moment — until I say so.”