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Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237 Tycoon
Ross caught her automatically, hands cupping her ass to keep her from falling.
Her mouth slammed into his—hard, urgent, no gentleness, no hesitation.
Teeth bumped, lips bruised, tongues met in a messy, starving clash.
He staggered back a step; his boot kicked the door shut with a metallic thud.
The lock engaged automatically. June didn’t care about anything else.
She kissed him like she was trying to crawl inside his skin—deep, consuming, desperate.
Her fingers knotted in his hair, tugging him closer, angling his head so she could take more.
Ross groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her mouth.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into the firm curve of her ass through her uniform pants.
They kissed for long, breathless minutes—until air became a necessity.
When they finally broke apart, both were panting.
June’s lips were swollen and red, her pupils blown wide.
Ross stared down at her, chest heaving, an incredulous look spreading across his face.
“What the hell is this about, June?” His voice was rough, still thick with the kiss.
She didn’t release him. Legs still locked around his waist, she pressed her forehead to his, eyes fierce and glassy with everything she’d held back for so long.
“Don’t ask questions. Don’t talk.” Her words came out low, trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer force of the dam breaking.
“I’m tired, Ross. Tired of fighting this. Tired of lying awake every night pretending I don’t feel it. Tired of making myself sick with hunger because I told myself wanting you would ruin everything. I’ve spent too long being careful. Being good. Being in control.”
She swallowed hard, voice dropping to a near-whisper.
“I’m done with that. I want to live in the moment. Starting right fucking now.”
Before he could respond, she kissed him again—this time slower, deeper, more deliberate.
Her tongue traced the seam of his lips until he opened for her, then slid inside to explore every inch of his mouth like she was claiming territory.
One hand stayed fisted in his hair; the other slid down his neck, over his collarbone, nails scraping lightly through the fabric of his shirt.
Ross’s hands roamed in answer—sliding up her back, pressing her tighter against him so she could feel the thick, insistent ridge of his cock straining against his pants.
June whimpered into his mouth at the contact.
Her hips rocked forward instinctively, grinding her clothed pussy against the hard length of him.
Heat surged between her thighs—sudden, overwhelming.
She was already soaked; she could feel the wetness seeping through her panties, coating her folds, making every shift of her hips slick and obscene.
She’d never been this wet, this ready, this desperate.
She’d never let anyone touch her like this before. Never let a man inside her body.
The thought sent a fresh gush of arousal through her core—nerves and hunger twisting together until she was trembling against him.
Ross felt it—the way her thighs clenched around his waist, the tiny, needy roll of her hips, the heat radiating from between her legs.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak against her lips, voice gravel-rough.
“You sure about this?”
June’s eyes locked on his—dark, determined, burning.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Her voice cracked slightly on the next words.
“I want you inside me. I want to feel you stretch me open. I want you to fill me up until I can’t think about anything else. No more waiting. No more resisting.”
She rocked against him again—slow, deliberate—letting him feel exactly how drenched she was through their clothes.
Ross’s jaw tightened. Something primal flashed in his eyes.
He carried her the few steps to the desk, setting her down on the edge with controlled force.
Papers scattered; a stylus clattered to the floor. Neither of them noticed.
He stepped between her spread thighs, hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through her uniform top.
June arched into the touch, gasping as his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples.
She tugged at his shirt impatiently—buttons popping as she yanked it open.
Her palms flattened against his bare chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart, the heat of his skin.
Ross leaned in, mouth finding the side of her neck—kissing, biting, sucking a mark just below her collar.
June’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her skin. “Exactly.”
June’s breath hitched. She pulled his face back up so she could look him in the eye.
“I want you bare. No barriers. I want to feel every inch of you sliding into me. I want you deep—deep enough that I feel you in my stomach. And when you come…” She swallowed, voice dropping to a shaky whisper.
“I want it inside me. All of it. I want to feel you flood my pussy until it’s dripping out of me.”
Ross groaned—low, guttural. His hands moved to her waistband, fingers hooking under the fabric.
“Then that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
He tugged her pants and panties down in one rough motion, leaving her bare from the waist down. The clothes hang on one thigh.
June spread her thighs wider, shameless now, letting him see everything—the slick shine coating her folds, the way her clit throbbed visibly, the needy clench of her entrance.
Ross dropped to his knees between her legs.
This was her first time.
And she was finally claiming it—on her terms, with the man she’d denied herself for far too long.
Cool air hit her slick folds, making her gasp.
Then his fingers were there—gentle at first, tracing her entrance, circling her clit with feather-light pressure.
June’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry escaping her lips.
She was drenched, her arousal coating his fingers instantly.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Ross growled against her neck.
He slid one finger inside her—slow, careful—and her walls clenched around him greedily.
She was tight, untouched, and the sensation made her head spin. “You’ve really never…?”