Continental Breakfast by Ella Dominguez Page B

loudly and tug his hair, thrusting my hips up and smothering him. He gasps for breath when I release him, the look in his eyes smoldering. I quickly sit up, push him down into the long back seat and reciprocate his royal oral treatment, lavishing his cock with my hungry mouth. He writhes beneath me, pulling my head down onto his trembling shaft and gagging me. He, too, cums quickly and I swallow every last drop of his manjuice, not wanting any of it to be wasted.
    “Why didn’t I allow that before?” he asks, dreamily and out of breath.
    “Because you’re a stubborn, arrogant, controlling alpha male,” I answer as I pull my pants back on.
    “Yes, perhaps, but I’m your stubborn, arrogant, controlling and extremely handsome, alpha male,” he murmurs with a devilish grin on his face.
    “Yes, Mr. Pettifor, you are.”
     
     
     

Epilogue
    I wake to the sound of my CEO snoring loudly. He looks stunning when he’s asleep, his black hair with silver streaks messy and in his eyes. I push it back to get a better look at the man who loves me. Is this real? I pinch my nipple just to make sure and I shriek out, startling Xander. He springs up and looks around frantically.
    “What the hell?” he asks, loo king at me and rubbing the crusties out of his eyes.
    “I apologize. I was just pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”
    He pulls me over to him and kisses me voraciously.
    “You’re not dreaming, Ms. Darcy , aka, the soon to be Mrs. Pettifor. Now get dressed. You have a big day ahead of you and I don’t want you to be late or getting anything less than an A for your first day of surgical rounds.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I answer, getting out of bed quickly .
    “And don’t forget about our dinner this evening with Ms. Davidson and Mr. Johansson,” he calls after me as I head into the bathroom.
    Showered and dried, I go into the bedroom to find a beautiful pencil skirt and ruffled stark white blouse laid out for me. When I lift the skirt to put it on, the flowery panties from Italy are lying underneath. I giggle uncontrollably at Xander’s wicked sense of humor. I dutifully put them on and finish dressing myself.
    I’m in the kitchen making myself a latte and Xander an espresso when he buzzes over the intercom from his office.
    “Ms. Darcy, I’m ready for my continental breakfast.”
    Yes! My favorite part of the day.
    “ Yes, Mr. Pettifor.”