Falling into Exposure

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Authors: A. Zavarelli
my arousal as I shatter around him.
    And not two seconds later, he’s got me flat on my back against his desk, rolling his hips into me with long, deep thrusts.
    “So fucking hot,” he grunts. “So wet. Can you hear how wet you are my greedy little pet?”
    I mumble incoherently in response, gripping the edge of the wood as he rides me hard.
    He leans forward and clasps my face in his hands, staring into my eyes as he lets out a long slow groan with his release. His cock jerks inside of me, filling me with warmth.
    “Now I’ve marked you,” he murmurs, pulling out and watching his semen drip down my thigh. “I want you to go home just like that. Remember who that pussy belongs to, Victoria.”
    I smile and sit up, pressing my lips to his. Always so bossy.
    Gabriel puts himself back together in record time, although he does actually look a little flushed, which pleases me immensely.
    I, of course, am a mess as I try to smooth out my skirt and button my blouse.
    “I want to see you tonight,” he states unexpectedly.
    “Sure thing, sexy.” I zip up my black blazer, effectively hiding the evidence of our vicious romp.
    “Not like that.” He laughs. “Well actually, maybe. But first I want to take you to dinner.”
    “Really?” I smile, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.
    “Yes, really.”
    “Sounds like you’ve got yourself a date. Can I pick where we go?”
    I try to play it off casually, but I know if he goes to one of his usual restaurants, there will likely be paparazzi lurking nearby. And I need to stay away from all of that.
    “Sure,” he says. “I’ll pick you up at six.”
    I blow him a kiss and sashay out the door. As I walk down the hallway, I realize he got his wish. I feel his come dripping down my leg the entire way home.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
    Victoria
     
     
    When I arrive back at my apartment, Alanna is sitting on the couch looking a little too satisfied. She hasn’t even bothered to brush her just-fucked hair. Then again, neither have I, so who am I to talk?
    I plop down on the couch beside her. “So, I’m guessing that would be Nathan.”
    “You’d be right.” She winks.
    “Things are getting pretty hot and heavy for you two, huh?”
    It isn’t Alanna’s usual MO to get so wrapped up with a guy. She usually ditches them after a couple dates, always careful to protect herself from getting too attached.
    “You could say that.” She smiles softly. “He is just so… God, Victoria, he is so amazing.”
    I want to be happy for us because in reality I feel the same. But at the same time I can’t help the nagging voice of reason in the back of my head. What will happen when we have to leave? The inevitable heartbreak that will follow?
    It hits me then, the painful realization. I’ve been so busy having fun with Gabriel, I haven’t even thought about saying goodbye yet. We’ve already been in New York for nearly two months. If we’re to stick to our schedule, that means we’ll have to leave a month from now. I can’t even bear the thought of saying goodbye when things are finally going so well.
    “I don’t know what to say,” I begin hesitantly. “This is just so… unexpected. I’m happy for you, Alanna, really I am. And I’m the last person who wants to rain on your parade but have you thought about what’s going to happen when we leave?”
    Her bright smile dims quickly, and I hate that I’m doing this to her. Why can’t I just let her have it, this happiness, even for five minutes?
    “I don’t know, Toto. I’m happy right now, and I just want to see where it takes me. I don’t want to think about saying goodbye right now. I’ll deal with that when the time comes.”
    I try to put on my best brave smile. Because to me it sounds like she’s actually thinking about staying. And I feel empty inside even thinking about it. Would she actually stay behind, without me?
    “What about you and Gabriel?” she asks.
    I sigh, deciding that while we’re being

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