Wanting More

I began to believe that Killian was the devil incarnate. I also considered regularly visiting a gym because my weak body was no match for his nearly supernatural stamina. He was quite true to his words. I had lost count of how many times I had screamed out his name. Fiend.

He had to hold me so I wouldn't fall in the shower cabin as he gently soaped my sore body. It was one of the downsides of having sex in his office: no bathtub. Then again, if he'd had a bathtub in his office bathroom, we would have most likely stayed in the company building throughout the weekend.

I didn't dare look into Hugo's eyes as he came to drive us to the penthouse around five o'clock in the morning. Using the CEO's elevator and heading straight to the underground parking lot helped us avoid all the nosy guards, but I had no doubt Hugo must have been well aware of what urgent matters made us stay in Killian's office until the early morning hours.

Killian held my hand all the way to the penthouse. He kept trac