Epilogue #2
“Christ, Sera, you take me so beautifully.” My vision starts to blur at the edges.
I can’t stand it. My fingers tangle in her silky dark hair, not pushing her away, not guiding her, only holding her steady as she accelerates her pace on sucking my cock.
She’s relentless, looking up at me, keeping our gazes locked, eyes fierce, devoted, and swallowing around me every time she takes me deep to the back of her throat.
“Hmm,” she moans, adding vibration to the sensation. Her grip on my thighs tightens, her thumbs digging into my muscles as her tongue strokes the underside of my cock.
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” The pressure in my chest builds and my muscles coil tightly.
“Fuck, I’m close, Sera. So damn close,” I choke out, my voice a broken whisper.
Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing it tightly while increasing her suction and working me with her mouth in a frantic but beautiful desperation.
One final sharp gasp, and my control shatters.
I arch off my seat, my hand gripping her hair sharply, as a violent, red-hot orgasm tears through me.
I come in her mouth, body shaking, pulse thrumming, and through it all, she swallows every last drop.
For a long, silent moment, Seraphina stays still, refusing to let my cock go. I slump back in my chair, completely drained, my heart beating like a jackhammer in my chest. When she crawls out from under the desk and makes her way into my lap, a satisfied smile plays on her lips.
“Give me a minute to recover, then you’re going to come on my fingers before I take you with my cock.” She whimpers her response. I look down. Her hair is a bit wild, her top wrinkled. Goddamn, is she beautiful.
“Take all the time you need. I happen to know the boss. He’ll give me an extra-long break.”
“Damn straight, he will. Love you, Sera, with everything I’ve got,” I admit, the words rolling off my tongue without so much as a second thought.
“I love you, too, Rafe Montero, the good parts, the bad parts, and everything in between.” I don’t give her another second to speak.
Instead, I pull her closer to me, and my mouth finds hers, promising her with more than words in the form of a kiss.
When my tongue glides along the seam of her lips, a soft gasp leaves her, and I deepen it.
Fuck, if I have it my way, we won’t be getting any work done until she’s come for me, over and over again.
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Coming Next is Tell Me You’re Mine Cory and Dom’s story
Prologue
Corinne
Three Weeks Earlier
“Thank you,” I tell the driver as I step out of the hired car at the entrance of Aura.
The little black dress I’m wearing is satin in fabric, hugging my waist before drifting over my hips, and outline every curve of my body.
The fine lace edged sweetheart neckline adds a touch of softness to the otherwise slip of material.
My shoulders are bare save for the thin spaghetti style straps, and hem brushing the tops of my thighs makes the dress feel less like clothing and more like temptation wrapped in silk. It’s effortless in looks and style.
“Have a good night,” he responds as I close the door, with my purse in one hand, and my phone in the other I make my way toward the entrance where there’s a line to get in along with a hefty cover charge.
One that if it weren’t for Alex and Jett and their infinite connections I’d have to fork out more money than I care to spend on a girl’s night out.
While Alex works at Sterling Capital with Seraphina, the same can’t be said for myself.
Oh no, sitting behind a computer isn’t my idea of fun.
I’d much rather be on my feet all day, wearing compression socks beneath my scrubs, and a surgical cap on my head.
I once had big aspirations to be a head chef in a five-star Michelin restaurant, went through the first six months of school, and absolutely hated it.
My love of cooking wasn’t enough to deal with the grueling screaming non-stop when you so much as make the slightest mistake in the kitchen.
A million times worse than nursing school and dealing with hot head doctors.
I avoid the line, going straight to the bouncer, there’s a couple of people who make comments, and while I feel slightly bad, you couldn’t pay me to be in their shoes on a Wednesday night.
“Name?” A big beefy guy says when he notices me.
“Cory Pierson,” He doesn’t look up from his clipboard, only gives me a quick nod and another bouncer opens the door to allow me inside the ultra-luxurious, uber classy nightclub.
Three floors of a glass and steel tower overlooking the glittering Seattle skyline.
The man floor pulses with energy, music thrums through the hidden speakers, and the bass vibrates under my bright red stilettos as I walk further in.
Alex and Jett worked their magic once again, as walk along the perimeter, velvet booths are house by socialites, athletes, aspiring influencers, and every day people.
Yet, the true elite never stayed downstairs.
Hidden behind a wall of smoked glass is an elevator, where it’ll take me upstairs, and once I step inside the atmosphere changes completely.
The music softens, the pulse isn’t as jarring, and the crowd disappears.
“Cory!” Jett exclaims when the doors open in what seems like a nanosecond later. The breathtaking views of Elliot Bay along with the city lights stretching into the darkness, elegant and seductive all at once.
“Hey, Jett, Alex, where’s everyone else?
” The plush ivory sofa in a private alcove is one of many in the room, each designed to shield conversations from others.
Rare artwork hangs along the walls with soft golden lighting is used as a spotlight.
And on the marble table where the girls are sitting are two silver buckets filled with chilling champagne.
“Romy is late, per usual.” Alex says when I give her a hug.
“Mischa can’t make it, something about her sister needing help with a babysitting.” Jett takes account for our other friend.
“And Genny along with Seraphina should be here shortly. Though our girl, Sera will probably be over there with all of the head honchos,” Alex nods her head to the other end of the room.
That’s when I see him, and not through a boardroom window or on the cover of a magazine at a newsstand.
Dominic “Dom” Mercer in the flesh is a whole is a different story entirely.
The suit doesn’t make the man, the man makes the suit.
A five figure Brioni suit, sharply tailored, black in color, and hugs his frame to perfection. His white dress shirt is unbuttoned exposing a peek of his chest. I somehow manage to plant my ass in the sumptuous seating without making a total mockery of myself.
I continue my perusal of the devastating handsome man, and when his gaze shifts and his multi-faceted blend of hazel and ember eyes, a sudden jolt slides down my spine.
Dom is all broad shoulders, powerful athletic frame, and sculpted chest. His dark, short neatly cropped hair, an effortlessly faded style hair matches the mab.
Then there’s his chiseled jaw, clean shaven cheeks, and a mole that makes him all the more hotter on the left side of his cheek.
“Oh no girl, do not go there.” Genny says, sliding in beside me.
“What, I am not.” I say with mock indignation.
“Girl, you are. And while I can understand the appeal to him, try working with him then you’ll see things differently.” She goes about pouring herself a glass of champagne, nods at me to ask if I want one, my response is obvious and proceeds to top the others off while she’s at it.
“Well, I can’t say that I agree. Afterall, I got the man I get to call mine.
” Seraphina chimes in, her eyes are locked on Rafe’s and his are much the same.
When I look back at Dom Mercer while taking a sip of the delicious bubbly the intensity in his eyes magnify with a raw edge around him.
He doesn’t smile, but the deliberate way he’s tracking each and every movement with a different kind of interest, the kind that has my thighs clenching and my core aching.
“Come on, let’s go dance before Rafe hauls Seraphina over his shoulder, and he takes off with her.
” Jett guzzles her champagne, tossing it back like it’s a shot of vodka.
That girl is going to feel it come tomorrow night.
I take a few sips of my own, standing up, smoothing down the skirt of my dress, and as soon as Alex loops her arm through mine, we’re heading out to the VIP dance area, all while I can feel a certain billionaire’s gaze searing my back.