The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: 63 | The CEO and the Seven-Round Minimum

Then she walked away, hips swaying in that skirt, and I stood there gripping the counter edge to steady myself.

Thirty minutes. Enough time for Sloane to be absorbed in her studies and for Diane to shower and prepare.

I went to my room and tried to focus on anything other than what was coming. Reviewed my status screen. Checked my skill loadout. Scrolled through random articles about Halloran’s history.

Nothing worked. My mind kept drifting to the image of Diane in her silk nightgown, or better yet, without it.

At exactly thirty minutes, I left my room and walked down the hall to her door.

It was slightly ajar. An invitation.

I pushed it open and stepped inside.

Diane sat on the edge of her California king bed wearing a black lace bra and matching panties that left very little to imagination. Her pink hair fell loose around her shoulders, and her blue eyes tracked me like a predator watching prey.

"Lock the door," she said.

I did.

"Come here."

I crossed the room, and she pulled me down by my shirt until our faces were level.

"You kept me waiting three extra minutes," she said. "That’s disappointing."

"Traffic was bad."

"Smart mouth." She bit my lower lip hard enough to sting. "I’m going to make you regret that."

She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my waist. Her hands went to the hem of my shirt and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

"Better," she said, running her nails down my chest. "Much better."

I reached for her bra clasp, but she caught my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"Did I say you could touch yet?"

"No."

"No, what?"

My cock strained against my sweatpants. "No, Diane."

"That’s better." She leaned down, her hair curtaining our faces. "You’re going to lie there and take exactly what I give you. Understand?"

"Yes."

She kissed me hard, her tongue demanding entry. I opened for her, letting her take control because that’s how she liked to start. Bossy. Commanding. Making sure I knew she was in charge.

But we both knew how it would end. Same way it ended every night.

Her grinding against me, moaning my name, begging for more while I fucked her into the mattress until she couldn’t remember her own name.

She released my wrists and I immediately went for her breasts, cupping them through the lace. She gasped into my mouth, her hips rolling against the bulge in my pants.

"Fuck," she breathed. "You’re already hard."

"You’re sitting on my lap in lingerie. What did you expect?"

She reached between us and palmed me through the fabric. "I expected exactly this." She squeezed. "I also expect you to last longer than last night. You made me come four times before you finished, but we barely hit round five before you passed out."

"I didn’t pass out. I was resting my eyes."

"For two hours." She bit my earlobe. "Tonight we’re going for seven rounds minimum. I have a theory about whether increased frequency improves your stat gains."

"That’s a lot of research."

"Shut up and take your pants off."

I lifted my hips and she helped me strip down to nothing. My cock sprang free, already leaking from the anticipation.

Diane wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly while maintaining eye contact.

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