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"No, you've been like this the whole damn day since I told you I'd get security, and I don't understand why that's a problem for you."

"Leave, Tiberius," I say as I bump into the desk behind me.

"Don't call me that," he mutters through clenched teeth.

"That's your name, why wouldn't I?"

"Just because."

"That's not a good reason, Tiberius," I snap, and in that instant, he presses himself so close to me that there's no space between our bodies.

"Don't provoke me," he warns me, so close to my lips that I can smell his minty breath.

"And what if I do?," I say, challenging him, and unexpectedly he turns me around, causing me to press my backside against the undeniable hardness in his pants.

"You get jealous just because another woman approaches me," he says near my ear, his hand wrapping around my neck without hurting me.

"And you're the same or worse… don't pretend," I roll my eyes.

"Listen to me," he asks in a husky voice, reaching his hand up inside my dress. "No one else but you gets me so hard and I yearn so much to stick it in you for hours when you get angry."

As he finishes saying those words, I feel his fingers brush against my uncovered intimate area in a way that makes me shudder.

Upon noticing, Gérard immediately flips me over and pulls me up on the desk, throwing all the stuff on it to start kissing like two crazy madmen out of control.

Feeling our lips collide, our tongues playing with each other and his hands on me, takes away any trace of sanity I might have left.

I quickly spread my legs as he pulls my dress up to my waist to appreciate me, and eagerly undo the clasp of his pants to pull down his boxer shorts and release his erection. His huge member makes my clitoris throb and eager for him to ram me once and for all, I pull him closer to me, but he doesn't do what I want.

"Who am I to you?," he asks, beginning to rub his cock at my entrance, taking my breath away.

"Fuck me," I ask him, throwing my head back from the rubbing it causes on our parts.

"I asked you who I am to you," he repeats, pulling my hair wildly and reaching up to leave a hickey on my neck.

"Tiberius," I reply.

At that precise moment his huge penis thrusts deep inside me, wrenching a loud moan from me at the wonderful sensation of having his phallus inside me.

He doesn't move smoothly or even slowly. There is no gentleness or delicacy in his movements.

"Who the fuck am I to you?," he asks again, thrusting in and out of me forcefully.

"Gérard," I say almost breathlessly, wrapping my legs around his hips.

"You're still wrong," he says, turning me to face the desk, throwing all the few books that were left there and making me bend over to penetrate myself again in an indescribably.

My hands cling as best they can to the wood of the desk, as I squirm with every thrust in and out of his erection and the way his testicles collide into my ass, causing the most arousing sound in the universe.

Next, Gérard clutches one of my tits with his right hand and my hip with his left. His grip is so strong that it causes me pain, but this is mixed with the excitement of the

but it mixes with the excitement of the moment and makes the moment even more pleasurable.

My moans are outrageous and his breathing is very heavy. Every time he enters with such intensity, my vagina squirts without having reached orgasm, my clitoris throbs aflame and my body feels like it has a flame of fire inside.

"Who am I to you?," I hear him repeat again, and I don't even think to answer.

"My love," I say, barely audible.

I hear no response from him, but little can I think of that when I feel the familiar, overwhelming sensation of orgasm invade my body.

"Neither Tiberius, nor Gérard," he says, beginning to penetrate me faster. "I am your man, your husband and your love, Juliette."

I don't answer, because every word is cut off from my mouth and my eyes stare at dozens of stars as without further ado my body releases and I cum at the same time as Gérard does inside me, filling me with his hot semen that mixes with my fluids.

My legs tremble and I am grateful when he takes me in his arms, because my body feels so light that I could fall at any moment.

Fuck, there are no words to explain what this man, my man, does to my body.

"I do these things because I would die if anything ever happened to you, Juliette," he says softly, our breaths more controlled. "Your safety is my priority and I will do anything to keep you safe. Do you have any fucking idea how much I love you, babe?"

"I just don't want to have so many guards behind me all the time, you know I'm not used to that," I say with a grimace.

"I'll reduce the number to two, that will be it."

"Alright," I confirm, pressing our foreheads together.

"Okay?"

"Yes," I assure him.

"I love you so much," he confesses again and my heart races like crazy, making me feel an overwhelming sensation.

"I love you too," I reply. "Like a freaking crazy lunatic."

We both burst into laughter and share a long kiss. When we finally pull apart, Gérard puts on his clothes and I adjust my dress as I step down from the desk.

"You still owe me for not wearing underwear," he says accusingly, making me smile.

Thank goodness Gérard asked Olivia in front of me to respect his personal space and his wife, which made me smile smugly as I saw the fake smile of the mediocre actress when she looked at me.

I passionately kissed him in front of all those people, not caring if it stirred up rumors, my pregnancy hormones were controlling me and soon I had to eat chocolate or I was going to go crazy from the anxiety.