39. try me

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"What the fuck just happened?" As we stumble through the penthouse doors, Jae lets out a sigh. I laugh as he approaches me slowly, his arms around my waist and a sincere smile on his face.

"If I remember correctly, you chose me over her," I say bluntly, staring at him with a blank face. As my eyes meet his hazel eyes that glitter under the bright lights of the room, he twirls a strand of my hair, a smile approaching his lips. Before putting his hand on my cheek and tucks my hair behind my ear.

"And I'd do it again," he says confidently before a frown appears on his lips, which he quickly covers with a grin as his gaze wanders over my features. "I made the mistake of choosing her, and I'm not doing it again."

"You had the opportunity," I say, shrugging as I watch his features fade but his thumb lingers on my cheekbones.

"It'll never happen again because I'll always choose you," he says confidently, his eyes penetrating mine and making my heart skip a beat at his words of distinction, particularly when he doesn't look away. Before putting a soft kiss on his mouth, I smile. "Are we just going to forget about your $250-thousand-dollar donation?" As we move away, he says something that makes me laugh.

"It's from the company, and Malcom and I are just providing the majority of it," I clarify, as he nods in understanding. As he admires me, I brush away a strand of his hair, his hand drawing circles on my bare back sending shivers down my spine. "I think we should go shower," I say as I make my way to the stairwell, followed closely by Jae. As we enter our room, I grin as I sense his presence close by and his eyes roaming my figure. As I turn around to face him, he shuts the door, raising my brow.

**steamy scenes🥂**

As he slowly approaches me, he says, "I did mention yesterday how I'll show you what will happen if I sleep here with you." My stomach twists with anticipation. I look him in the eyes, watching his pupils dilate in the dim light, before removing his bow tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt for him, his hands trailing behind my dress.

"I know you did," I say, "I'm just waiting patiently." I try to conceal my smile by focusing on the last few buttons on his shirt, which expose his abs and chest, which are more defined in the dark shadows. I toss his shirt in the corner as his hand unzips my dress, his knuckle rubbing against my bare back, causing goosebumps to appear all over me.

I gasp as he spins me around and pulls me up against his chest. When he pulls my dress down my body, leaving me still in my lace thong, his fingertips graze over my shoulders. As my ass feels the outline of his hardening length in his dress pants, I back myself closer to him, hearing him groan in my ear. As he begins to trail teasingly kisses all over, I turn my head to the side, giving him more room to kiss around my jaw and neck. As one hand tightly grips my hips against him, the other crawls from my legs, stomach, and hardened nipples in response to his touch. I lean back against his shoulder, biting my lower lip from the torture of his fingertips massaging my boob and his other hand fiddling with the edge of my underwear.

I turn around in his grip, my lips colliding with his as I miss his taste. I feel the fire crawling down to my heat where I want him the most as his tongue passes through my lips, eliciting a muffled moan. As he cradled my cheek in his palm, attempting to draw me deeper into the embrace, I unbuckle his belt. When I grab his belt, he grunts, his dick brushing against my warm core through the thin cloth. I begin to lead us to the bathroom, closing the door while our lips remain in touch, our hands roaming each other's bodies as we're engrossed. I fling his buckle across the toilet and undo his dress pants, revealing his throbbing length through his boxers.

"Don't go easy on me," I say as he licks and sucks the delicate parts of my throat, making me feel the eagerness in between my legs. He turns me around without warning, my palms against the hard white wood of the door. When he grinds my butt over his thickness, I moan and smile, knowing the impact I have on him.

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