𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 ]
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.
"Please," I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge.
"Arush" I moan...
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Arush's POV:
I'm tense as I walk back to my office, a sense of unease washing over me as I lay eyes on my wife.
She’s typing at her desk, and when she looks up at me and smiles, my heart races. I walk up to her and bend over, my hand wrapping into her hair as I steal a quick kiss.
I thought she’d push me away and reprimand me, but instead, she gives in, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me back. She has no idea what she does to me. It’s fucking insane.
“We’re at work,” she murmurs against my lips. “Anyone could see.”
“Maybe I want them to.”
She pulls away and throws me a warning look, but the way her eyes twinkle negates her seriousness.
“Don’t you dare,” she says, the edges of her lips tipping up into a small smile.
She’s so painfully beautiful.
“Sara,” I murmur. “There’s something I need to tell you.” She raises her brows in question.
“Ritik is resigning, and I nominated you as a candidate for COO.”
She jumps up from her chair and closes the distance between us, her hands pressed against my chest and her face so fucking close. Is she daring me to steal another kiss?
“Please tell me you aren’t joking. I won’t forgive you if you are.”
I wrap my hands around her waist and drop my forehead to hers, breathing her in for a moment. I’m like an addict, getting high off her fucking scent like a fool. I pull away a little to look at her and shake my head.
“It’s true, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and she rises to her tiptoes, kissing me with no regard for our environment. I wish I could just carry her into my office and fuck her until she can't walk.
“Sara,” I murmur against her lips. “You aren’t the only candidate.”
She takes a step away from me when we hear footsteps around the corner, and I sigh, wishing I could just send a company memo informing everyone that she’s mine. I hate sneaking around with her.
“What do you mean? Who else could possibly—”
She looks past me, shock and torment flashing through her eyes.
“Geet,” she whispers.
My stomach twists painfully, every fiber of my being violently responding to his name being on her lips.
He pauses in front of her desk, and I move to stand next to my wife, a protective instinct roaring within me.
“He is the other candidate,” I tell her reluctantly. Our gazes lock, and then his shifts to Sara. He looks at her, then left without uttering a word.
