"Ah! God, Eleanor!"
Kael’s voice echoed through the bedroom, a raw, guttural sound of surrender. He was pinned against the plush velvet headboard, his legs spread wide, while Eleanor sat astride him, her silk suit discarded on the floor. She was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and a lace bra that strained against her breasts.
*Plap. Plap. Plap.*
The sound of their bodies colliding was rhythmic and wet. Eleanor wasn't gentle; she moved with a demanding, commanding pace, her hips grinding down on him with a precision that mirrored her business dealings. She gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head, her fingers digging into his skin.
"Mmm, look at you," she moaned, her voice a low, husky vibration. "Look at how you take it. So eager. So desperate to please me.
