Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 44 | Anuj

My brother watches me closely through narrowed eyes. It takes all of my restraint to not clench my teeth, to show a reaction to the way Anupama expertly takes me in her mouth. She blows me with such enthusiasm, it's a damn miracle I've been able to keep my cool with my brother standing a few feet away from me. I'm shocked she isn't making gagging noises with how far down her throat she's taking me.

"You'll tell her I stopped by?" he asks steadily, looking out to the city behind me.

"I don't see the reason for it. From the way she's spoken, the two of you are over, Vanraj. It doesn't seem like she wants to speak to you."

As if Anupama is nodding in agreement, she twirls her tongue around my head as her small hand works up and down my length. It's like she's egging me on, confirming my words without saying a thing.

"You're lying," he seethes. He runs a hand through the stubble on his chin. I fight the urge to tell him how terrible the new look is. His dark hair is unforgiving, the patches obvious on his cheeks where he can't grow a full beard. Even if I was kind enough to tell him, he wouldn't believe me. He's too full of himself.

My teeth dig into my lip as Anupama picks the pace up underneath the desk. The moment my brother leaves, I'm going to pull her up and fuck her senseless. It's incredibly risky for her to be taking my cock so well while I talk with my brother, and I fucking love her for doing it. She's always surprising me, and the eagerness in which she shoves all of me down her throat has me ravenous to plow into her.

"Are we done here?" I ask through gritted teeth, my balls tightening.

I swallow, not wanting to come. Not yet. Not with Vanraj here, not before I fuck her up against the windows of this office, letting her look on to the city she loves so much.

Vanraj runs a finger over the leaf of a tree that Polly works so hard at taking care of. "Yes. Tell Anupama I stopped by."

He begins walking back toward the door, thank fuck.

I'm about to pull Anupama up the hair and bury myself in her when he turns around to face me once again. "Better yet, maybe I'll hang out for a bit. She's bound to show up eventually, isn't she?"

"Goodbye, Vanraj," I clip, hating the fact that he's here to begin with. He hates Manhattan. Says it's too dirty and busy for his taste.

Vanraj opens the door, his eyes scanning the room one last time before walking out. He's almost scanned the entire room when his eyes land on Anupama's discarded sweater.

Fuck.

He zeroes on it, looking from the sweater, to me, and back again.

Anupama continues to suck me perfectly while I see the gears in my brother's head turn. "Remember what we've talked about Anuj," he warns, pulling the door shut behind him. "Remember who had her first."

Oh, I remember. I just don't give a fuck.

Anupama was never truly his. She was always meant to be mine.

The moment I hear the door seal shut, I'm pushing my chair back and pulling my cock from her warm mouth. It's a sight to see, seeing her crammed underneath my desk, her lipstick smudged all around her mouth. God, she's fucking hot. My brother made the mistake of his life by letting her go. I don't intend to make the same one.