Chapter 241

Her hands started slow: gliding over my chest, thumbs circling my nipples until they stiffened, nails dragging down my abs. She lathered my shoulders, the column of my throat, then finally wrapped both slick hands around my cock. It twitched, already stirring.

"Still trying to get hard after everything we did to you?" she teased, stroking lazily. "Greedy boy."

I slid my hands up her waist and cupped her heavy tits, squeezing until water spilled over my knuckles. "Your fault for being naked and perfect."

She laughed, low and filthy, and leaned in until her breasts pressed against my chest. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, tugging just hard enough to make her bite her lip. She answered by tightening her grip, pumping me slow and firm, thumb swirling over the head on every upstroke.

"You know what I keep picturing?" she whispered, voice velvet and obscene. "A few months from now... when these are huge and swollen, leaking milk for you." She pushed her tits together, water cascading between them. "You’re gonna latch on every night and drink me dry while I ride you exactly like this. Suck until I’m empty and aching, then fill me right back up."

My cock surged fully hard in her fist.

"That’s it," she purred, jerking faster. "Imagine me waddling around the house, belly round with your baby, tits so full they hurt. Ivy’s gonna come visit her mom and have no idea you’re the one who knocked me up. She’ll be in the living room while I’m in the kitchen leaking through my shirt because you fucked another load into me that morning."

I groaned, thumbs flicking her nipples harder.

"You’re gonna keep me pregnant," she kept going, breath hitching with every stroke. "One after another. Keep these tits heavy and full for you forever. I’ll pump milk straight into your mouth while I bounce on this cock, then beg you to breed me again. You’ll drink from me, then put the next baby in me the second this one’s out. I want to stay barefoot, swollen, and dripping for you, Evan. Want you to ruin me over and over."

"Fuck, Delilah—"

"Come on, daddy," she urged, twisting her wrist just right, other hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently. "Give me one more. Pretend you’re shooting it straight into my womb. Pretend you’re putting another baby in me right now."

That broke me.

I came with a loud growl, hips bucking hard. Thick ropes shot across the water, splattering her tits, her throat, her parted lips. She kept stroking through every pulse, milking me until I was shaking, then leaned forward and licked a stripe of cum off her own breast, eyes locked on mine.

"Good boy," she whispered, kissing me slow and deep so I tasted myself on her tongue.

We stayed tangled like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then she grabbed the handheld shower, rinsed us both clean with lazy, thorough passes—soaping each other again just for the excuse to keep touching. I washed her back, her ass, between her thighs until she shivered. She returned the favor, fingers lingering everywhere, until the water started to cool.

Finally she stood, water streaming down every lush curve, and offered me her hand. I took it, stepped out after her. We dried off slowly with thick towels, stealing kisses, hands still wandering like the night wasn’t over.

She wrapped the towel around herself, smirked, and smacked my bare ass on her way out.

"See you in the living room, daddy."

I stood there in the bathroom for a moment, still trying to process... everything. A sevensome. A literal sevensome. Once my brain slid back into my skull, I got dressed and stepped out.

Delilah was just closing the door to the guest bathroom. When she saw me, she blew me a playful kiss and shut it behind her. God damn.

I headed toward the living room, and everyone was already settled in. The girls had clearly taken lightning-fast showers. Jasmine was on the couch drying Minne’s hair with a towel, and Minne was sitting beside her with the happiest, dumbest smile on her face. Nala and Kim were at the dining table with laptops open, typing away at something. Delilah sat on the kitchen stool, elbows on the counter, eyes glued to the TV. Tessa was sprawled on the other couch, scrolling on her phone.

"The monster’s back," Tessa announced without looking up. "Run while you can, ladies."

I snorted, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Beer, anyone?"

"We literally just drank wine," Jasmine said, still rubbing Minne’s hair. "We’re good."

"Alright then."

I cracked one open and dropped onto the couch next to Tessa, taking a long sip. Jasmine switched to brushing Minne’s hair now, and Minne looked so content and cute I wanted to squeeze her cheeks.

Nala paused her typing, grabbed her phone, and lifted a brow as she read something. Then she shut the laptop halfway and looked directly at me.

"Hey," she said. "Adam just texted me a list. What is this about?"

"Oh, right." I leaned back. "I asked him to make a list of people who talked to him the day the mole was inside the company. Just to check who might’ve asked about Jenkins."

"He sent it," she said.

"Forward it to me? I’ll dig into it later."

"Sure." She tapped her screen. "Done. Hopefully it’s actually useful."

Jasmine looked over with a little smirk. "You really are the melancholic detective, huh?"

"Yep. Running around in snowstorms, chasing criminals," Tessa added dramatically.

"Criminals?" Delilah blinked, confused. "What criminals?"

Nala glanced at her. "You didn’t hear what happened yesterday?"

Delilah shook her head.

Nala closed her laptop fully and crossed one leg over the other. "Evan went to the security room to check some footage... and found someone hiding inside the bathroom stall. The guy punched him, ran out, and Evan chased him across the parking lot, out into the street, through an alley, up a fire escape ladder, then onto the roof. Wait... did I mess up the order?"

"Nope," I chuckled. "Parking lot, street, an alley, and the roof. Damn, Hollywood can kiss my ass. I’m the new Jason Statham."

Delilah’s eyes widened. "My god. What the hell?"

"Yep," Nala said. "I’m just glad he didn’t break his neck."

"I’m more glad I’m okay," I said. "Guy made me run half the damn city. I swear, I nearly died from cardio alone."

"Why didn’t you just call the police?" Delilah asked—then sighed. "No, wait. Never mind. I work at a company like yours. I know exactly what happens if cops show up. Investors panic. Stock drops. Shareholders scream."

"Exactly," Nala said. "We can’t involve police unless we want TechForge on every news channel tomorrow. We have to handle this quietly and find the mole ourselves."

I took another sip of my beer, the storm hammering the windows outside.

Jasmine stopped brushing Minne’s hair and gave her shoulder a gentle pat. Minne turned her head slightly, nodded once, then rose to her feet, smoothing her maid outfit down.

"I should get the sheets changed," she said softly. "And wipe the floor. It’s quite... dirty, Master."

"Mm." I lifted my beer. "If you’re tired, you can just rest now."

"I’m never tired." She gave me that sweet, earnest smile she always had—like being useful was oxygen to her.

I couldn’t help smiling back as she disappeared into the master bedroom.

I checked my phone. Nala had forwarded Adam’s list—thirty-five names. Twenty were men. A decent start, but it still felt like sifting through quicksand. The mole might not have talked to Adam at all. Could’ve found Jenkins some other way. Could’ve slipped past cameras entirely.

I took a long drink of my beer. Emilia... the mole... the chase last night... it all stacked up like someone dropped bricks onto my brain in slow motion.

"I need a vacation. Fuck me," Tessa muttered.

"Wow, not even a month in and she’s already exhausted," Jasmine teased. "Such dedication."

Tessa grinned. "Yeah, right?"

Kim closed her laptop with a sigh, stretching her arms overhead until her back popped. "I am tired as hell."

"Evan really worked us," Tessa added, pointing at me. "Horny bastard."

"Not even feeling guilty in the slightest," I said.

They all laughed.

Then Jasmine’s expression sobered. She looked toward Delilah. "You should stay the night here. Seriously. No way you’re going out in this."

"Yeah, I know," Delilah sighed. "I’ll call Ivy in a bit. Let her know. Sorry about this—I thought I’d wait out the storm here, not... survive the apocalypse."

"It’s fine. This is your home too," I said. "Swing by whenever. Storm or not."

She smiled at that—soft, warm. "Thanks. I’ll take you up on it."

They all laughed—right up until the lights snapped off with a heavy thunk.

A high-pitched scream came from the master bedroom. I immediately set my beer on the table and hurried down the short hall. I pushed the door open.

Minne stood in the dark room, mop in hand, trembling. The bucket was on its side, water spreading across the hardwood.

"Oh—Master," she breathed, chest rising and falling fast. "I... the electricity went off and I got scared. I tipped the bucket. I’m sorry."

"Hey, it’s okay," I said, stepping forward and pulling her gently into a hug. Her body was shaking a little. "It’s fine. Are you alright?"

"Y-yes, Master. Thank you." She swallowed hard. "I’ll clean the floors and—"

"No," I said, rubbing her back once. "Wait until the electricity comes on. Come sit with us."

She hesitated, like she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. Then she nodded.

"A-alright, Master."