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No sooner had the words slipped from his mouth than he closed the gap between us, kissing me fully, igniting that familiar electric heat. I inhaled sharply, my mouth going slack against his, not yet returning the kiss.
“Let me taste you,” he whispered. “I want that sweet mouth of yours.”
I parted my lips, letting his tongue slide against mine.
Jaeson’s lips tasted wonderful against my own, soft but determined, seeking my desire and matching it with his own, trying to overtake me.
Jaeson was a man who wanted to conquer, to make me feel like his girl, to take care of me from start to finish in every single way.
All I had to do was exactly as I was told.
The simplicity of it, the sheer ease of it, had my mind reeling. Here, in this place, I was away from prying eyes. I could indulge in my desires without fear. It felt good to let go. It felt like forever since the last time I’d allowed myself to give in like this.
“I want you,” Jaeson said in between kisses. He cupped the sides of my face, holding me in place. Every part of him was strong and capable. I leaned further into him, running my hands down his shoulders, over the cuffed sleeves, and onto his muscular forearms, so firm and strong.
My mind raced with sensation, emotions. I struggled to find words I could throw back at him. None of them would have mattered as his hand grasped my ponytail and tugged. I gasped at the motion, allowing my head to follow, leaning backwards and exposing my neck to him.
“Your mouth, your skin… you’re perfect,” he whispered against me, his lips running a tantalizing line across my jawline and down my throat. I ached inside, so hot for him, breathing heavy and ready to do anything he wanted.
His hands slid lower as he tasted the skin of my neck. Those deft fingers of his found the buttons on my shirt and started unbuttoning. He moved slowly, deliberately, and I could feel a low chuckle rumble out of his throat.
“I want you,” I said breathlessly, feeling my chest rise and fall almost in time with my racing heartbeat. Everything ached in the most exquisite way, and I was ready to turn myself over to him completely. “I want you,” I repeated again and again as he worked his magic against me, my words growing ever more impatient at the pace with which he was undoing my shirt.
“Do you?” he said with another darkly amused chuckle.
“Yes, Jaeson, I want you, I want everything, please.” The words rushed out of my mouth with reckless abandon. I knew how I sounded, and I knew what his game was, but I couldn’t help myself under the machinations of his tongue and his fingers.
A third button popped open, and I moaned.
“Say it,” he asked.
“Jaeson—”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
I conceded, but there was a whimper in my voice as I responded. “Please, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said. A wash of pleasure rolled over me. “Now on your feet.”
I did as I was told, my shirt opened enough to expose my cotton bra. For a moment, I had a flicker of worry, concerned he might have left marks on my neck.
“Sit on my desk. Face me.”
The order came out of his mouth, and any worries or concerns I might have had flew right out of my head. I quickly moved to the desk, pushing myself up into a seated position.
He stalked forward slowly, in smooth, languid movements. The appreciative look on his face made me feel like the most valuable treasure in the entire world.
“Do you have any idea,” he began, sliding out of his jacket, “just how much I want you?”
“Maybe you should show me.” I spread my legs a few inches apart. I was wearing jeans rather than a skirt, but I knew the effect would only make him hungrier for me. I was pleased when I saw it take root in his eyes.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he rumbled, his hands moving to his tie, slowly working the knot away from his throat until it was undone. I loved that look of well-dressed men slightly disheveled, rugged and wild. I allowed my eyes to explore his body, marveling at how sturdy and strong every single part of him looked.
He continued to creep closer to me. My desire throbbed inside me with every single step.
“You risked so much.” He took another step. “And you worked so hard.” Another step. “And now here you are.” He was upon me now, between my legs, leaning in. “My good girl, never letting your poor birth and low status get in the way of your destiny or your dreams.”
