Chapter 20 Blackmail (5)

• “Claire, what the fuck?!”
• The door slammed open, and my heart damn near stopped as Mr. Hargrove—Claire’s husband, my fucking boss—stormed into the room. I saw him first, his broad frame filling the doorway, face twisting into something feral, but Claire didn’t even flinch. She was too far gone, riding my cock like her life depended on it, her hips grinding down hard, pussy clenching around me in wet, greedy pulses. Sweat glistened on her tits, bouncing with every thrust, and her head was thrown back, moans spilling out, oblivious to the shitstorm that just walked in. I was buried deep, hands gripping her ass, condom slick with her juices, and for a split second, I couldn’t move—caught between the high of fucking her and the terror of those cold, furious eyes boring into me.
• She didn’t notice until his voice boomed again, sharp enough to cut through her haze. “Claire!” That’s when her head snapped up, eyes wide, a gasp choking out as she froze mid-ride, my dick still throbbing inside her. Her face went white, then red, and she scrambled to cover herself, but it was too late—Hargrove had seen it all, and the rage rolling off him was thick enough to choke on.