Corinne Adler was tidying up her desk at the National Gallery. Six months ago, she and Eddy had fought back demons from another dimension and closed the portal that lay under the great Clock Tower that housed Big Ben. She had cut her duties at the Savoy down to two days a week when the museum had promoted her from part-time to almost full-time, and she shared a bed, a home and a life with Eddy Chastain, who not long ago had been a character in a series of popular romance novels.

A month after their victory, the very small studio on the ground floor of their building in Charing Cross became available. Eddy had leased it out and begun to work as an independent information consultant, mostly working on highly confidential cases. His business had flourished.

Tonight was their six-month anniversary, and she intended to surprise him. She walked home, stopping to pick up a bottle of wine, some good bread and even better cheese. She punched in the code for the building and then for Eddy’s studio. She’d barely had time to put the groceries down when she was seized by the waist and turned around.

Eddy’s mouth captured hers as he leaned down, slamming her body into his as he kissed her like a starving man being offered a feast. His mouth dominated hers, taking what he wanted and stoking the flames of desire he knew lived within her. It never truly died, just faded to embers that were easily fanned back to life. His tongue surged in, sliding along hers and demanding that she abandon her role as the beautiful assistant curator.

Her body had long ago surrendered to him. It was nothing for him to have at her two or three times a day… And she reveled in his adoration each and every time. His hand stroked down her spine, grasping her buttocks and squeezing as he pressed her into the door, his low groan indicating the depth of his own lust. God, she loved him. She’d long ago given up the idea that she didn’t need him or crave his dominance.

Corinne could feel her nipples pebbling, her pussy softening and getting wet so that she was prepared for him to shove himself up inside her. Eddy had taught her how to submit her softness and love in exchange for his caring and devotion. And he was devoted to her without question; he never so much as looked at another woman, and he made sure that every day she felt his love and lust.

He held her closer, lifting her up so that her toes barely reached the ground as he rubbed his hard cock against her body.

“Do you see what you do to me? The minute I know you might be leaving the National Gallery, I get hard as a rock in anticipation of you getting home.”

“You do know we have dinner plans tonight with Spense and Saoirse?” she breathed, loving the feel of him.

“Why would you do that? It’s our six-month anniversary! I had planned to take you to bed early and see how sore I might be able to make you.”

Corinne wound her arms around his neck, seeking closer contact as she rubbed herself against him, letting her legs fall open to make it easy for his hard cock to press against her clit as he ground himself against her—demanding her pleasure.

“I missed you all day, mon amour,” he countered. “Your choice—should we share some wine and cheese as an appetizer, or should I ruck up your skirt and bury my cock in you?”

“If you still have to ask that, Sir, you haven’t been paying attention.” Corinne had found that sassing Eddy went much better if she called him Sir or Master.

“Nice save,” he said before turning his attention back to ravishing her.

He moved his mouth across her lips to her jawline and then down her throat. Eddy grabbed the hem of her skirt, drawing it up her thighs and over her hips and ass. She had long ago given up wearing panties of any kind. He locked his hands below her ass and lifted her completely off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and kissed him with wild abandon.

Eddy turned his back on the door and carried her to the desk, kissing her all along the way. Their tongues slid and twisted together in a dance they had learned all too well. Corinne had never really enjoyed kissing or foreplay, yet Eddy had taught her to savor both. There were magical Sundays they spent lazing in bed, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies and learning all the ways they could pleasure one another.

The wildfire that always ignited in his presence spread through her system, out of control. That wasn’t entirely true, though. Eddy was in control, and that was just fine with her. Ever since the day he’d forced his way through the Veil, her life had been sweeter, more vibrant and a hell of a lot more fun.

Shifting her weight to one arm, he swept everything off his desk. Eddy’s workspace was notoriously messy, but there was an order to his chaos. It was as if he could think better if everything but his computer system was in complete disarray. She didn’t get it, but she knew it worked for him. The other oddity was that at home, he was incredibly neat and organized. She loved the fact that instead of some modern computer desk, they’d gone out into the countryside and found an enormous antique partner’s desk—perfect for working, yes…and other things.

He didn’t relinquish her mouth. He continued to kiss her as he set her down on the desk. Spreading her legs, he stepped between them and covered her sex with his hand, groaning when he felt the wetness there. Corinne lay back, propped up on her elbows and threw her head back as his finger circled her clit, strumming it and tempting it out from beneath its hood to be teased before sliding his fingers down to play with her labia.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“Only because I know how hard you get for me.”

He curled his fingers up into her core and stroked lightly before bringing them up to his mouth to lick them clean. “You taste so good, better than any wine.”

“Eddy,” she moaned.

He loved to make her suffer. Yes, there were times she wanted to do nothing more than stay naked in their flat with him while they reveled in each other’s company. But when he displayed this level of dominance, all she wanted was to feel him up inside her, pounding into her until she’d screamed his name a couple of times before he emptied himself in her.

Eddy unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down—Corinne wasn’t the only one who went commando. His glorious cock sprang free as he stepped up and began to breach her with its bulbous head. Corinne clutched his muscular biceps as he grasped her hips to tilt her pelvis up as he took possession of her pussy.

“Somehow between this morning and right now, I’d forgotten how good you feel,” he said, pushing his cock past the opening of her core.

His fist tangled in her hair as his mouth swooped down to capture hers, his tongue mimicking what she knew his cock would do. He thrust in and out, driving a little deeper each time. Eddy was well endowed and every time he fucked her, Corinne thanked whatever powers had brought them all together that Sage had written him that way.

Even after all this time, he stretched and filled her to just this side of uncomfortable. But each time her pussy accommodated him, threatening to strangle his cock and spasming along his length. Establishing a steady rhythm, he thrust into her, her inner walls shaking and quivering as once more she accepted the intensity of the pleasure he always gave her.

Her breath lost its steady, even rhythm as she moaned and sighed with each stroke he made. He pounded into her, making her whimper. She might never comprehend how or why he could do what he did to her, but she accepted and rejoiced in it. Corinne’s body stiffened in anticipation, her breathing ragged and thready as she moaned in rhythm to his thrusting. There had been a time she was terrified at the amount of pleasure he afforded her, but now she accepted and exalted in it, her orgasm drawing nearer and nearer.

As he hammered her pussy with increasing strength and speed, Corinne raced over the edge, allowing herself to fly over the abyss, free-falling into bliss. Eddy held her steady as he drove into her a last time, grinding his pelvis hard against her. As he emptied himself into her, her pussy milked his cock for every last drop, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms. The orgasm went on and on in an endless wave of pleasure. The little tremors racing through her body afterwards made her whimper, as he continued to move, drawing little mini-orgasms from her body.

Eddy stepped back, fitting himself back into his jeans before he buttoned them up. She started to move, and he reached up, pinching her clit. “You stay where I tell you. I want to look at the pretty pussy of yours dripping my cum as I clean up this mess you forced me to make.”

“Moi?” she asked, batting her eyes at him innocently. “I came in here to share some wine, bread and cheese with you before we meet our friends for dinner, and before I knew it, you were having your way with me.”

Eddy chuckled. “You have the most beautiful pussy, especially when I’ve filled it up.”

“I’m going to need to go upstairs and get cleaned up before we meet Spense and Saoirse.”

“Non. You’ll straighten your clothes and fix your makeup if you like, but everything else stays the same.”

“I can’t do that…”

“You can and will. The idea that my cum will be leaking out of you will have me so hard, we may have to rent a room at the Savoy because I can’t wait to get you back home.”

She laughed. Corinne realized she laughed more now than she ever had. God, she loved him. He could say the dirtiest, most perverted things and make them sound so loving. He liked to call forth and inflame her lust and make her feel loved and cherished at the same time.

Eddy proceeded to clean up the floor, recreating the chaotic order of his desk. For the most part, he kept one hand on her at all times. He stroked and petted her sex, keeping it just this side of inflamed. From clit to slit he played her as though she were a fine musical instrument from which only he could elicit the sweetest tune.