My hands, which had been resting on her now-exposed hips, began to move again.

"You're so sexy, Claire," I murmured. "No wonder your ex couldn't get over you—you were the one that got away."

She stiffened just a little. Her smile faded, eyes drifting away. "Gerald… he was kind. Gentle. He really tried. But..."

"But?" I asked, teeth grazing the edge of her ear.

She inhaled, then let it out slowly.

"He was too boring. I didn't realize it back then, but after I met you…" Her fingers curled into my shirt. "I couldn't stop thinking about how much better you are."

"At everything?" I prompted softly.

A small, guilty smile tugged at her lips. "…Yeah. At everything."

"Claire… is it just me," I murmured, "or are you actually getting better at turning me on just by talking?"

I leaned in as I spoke, my lips grazing her neck, feeling her skin warm beneath my mouth.

"You smell incredible, Claire," I whispered. "Not just your perfume. It's you. It's warm and sweet, and it's driving me insane."

A soft moan escaped her lips, her head tilting back to give me better view of her body. "Ace... stop teasing me."

I shifted my weight, trailing kisses down her collarbone, and to the soft swell of her breasts. "And the way you feel... so soft."

The descent continued, my lips moving over the soft area of her stomach, feeling the abdomen quiver with each lick.

Soon, I reached her legs, still draped over the edge of the table, and looked up at her.

Her eyes were close, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

I lowered my head more , inhaling deeply right above the thin lace of her panties. The scent that filled my lungs was intoxicating, clean and soapy, showing that she took care of her private parts all the time.

"Claire," I murmured, my eyes lingering on her damped panty. "You smell...so fresh right now. I want to lick everything."

A deep blush spread across her cheeks, but she didn't look away.

My fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, toying with the red fabric.

"Do you like it?"

She bit her lower lip, a shy smile playing on her lips as she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

"Yes," she whispered. "Please keep doing it. "

"Good girl," I praised softly.

I finally pulled the lace aside, revealing her completely to my gaze. She was glistening, pink and perfect.

"Look at how pink and delicious it is…" I breathed, letting my eyes linger before leaning in to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh. "I'm going to make you feel heaven—just relax and enjoy it."

Her legs trembled slightly, parting wider, offering herself to me as if I were a navigator charting uncharted waters, my tongue the ship gliding into the deep, secret currents of her desire.

"Please, Ace," she begged. "Don't make me wait anymore."

"Anything for you." With one last, lingering kiss on the sensitive slit of, I finally gave her what she was begging for.

I pressed my face against her, my tongue finding her clit and circling it slowly, savoring the way her p*ssy responded to every touch.

"Oh god, Ace!" she gasped, her hands flying down to tangle in my hair, holding me to her. "Yes... right there."

Her little noises… that was all the fuel I needed. So I started, alternating—sometimes slow licks, sometimes quick little flicks right on her fully aroused clit. Yeah… that's the ticket.

I could feel her legs tightening around my head, holding on for dear life. The little sounds she made were music to my ears, each one proof that I was doing my job right.

"You like that?" I murmured against her, feeling her shiver at the vibrations. "You really like my mouth on you that much?"

"Yesss," she hissed, her grip on my hair tightening. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. So I kept at it, making her come over and over… until, well, we ended up in my bed. I didn't let up there either—kept at it until the morning light.

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6:30 am.

Slipping out of bed, she began fixing her clothes, pulling her panties back on. Since I torn her dress in the heat of the moment, I let her borrow one of my oversized shirts.

She looked happy as she leaned in and hugged me tighter.

"Ace… I'll file my resignation at the hospital and then come back here. I really want to spend more time with you."

"Me too, Claire. Me too."

I kissed her, then asked one of my drivers to take her back to her apartment—and to keep an eye on her, just in case her boyfriend showed up again. If he did, they would make sure he regretted it.

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Five days later

Personal Office

The system hadn't issued many missions lately, and I took that as a sign we were moving in the right direction.

In addition, even though more people started digging into what happened to the senator, there was no evidence linking me.

Little by little, the story faded, turning into history.

Or at least that's what It looks for the public.

With that weight lifted, I could finally focus on the guild.

Two weeks passed without incident, and in that time, we grew from a newly established guild into one with over two hundred Seekers—most of them C and B Rank.

Numbers like that were starting to strain even my guild initial capital of two billion, so we began organizing teams and sending them on expeditions to various towers to gather materials.

Meanwhile, Seekers who had just earned their licenses were being trained and educated at Amanda's training center.

The numbers were growing so quickly that we decided to purchase the buildings next door to expand.

It was a massive leap—from nearly bankrupt to now running one of the most sophisticated training centers in the city.

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