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“Hmm.” Her tongue and teeth tease my earlobe while her fingers play havoc over my back. “I’m not here to keep score. Just to drive you out of your mind.”

“You’re halfway there already.”

“Only halfway? I need to up my game.”

I choke out a laugh and slide my hands over her thighs.Damn dress.“There’s nothing wrong with your game.”

She smiles against my jaw and then digs her fingers through my hair, holding my head as she kisses me like it’s the end of the world.

I trap her between my thighs, but she’s still not close enough to ease the throb of my cock. Her mouth and tongue are driving me crazy, sweet and hot and everything I’ve missed and craved for way too long.

Her hand wraps around the back of my neck as she breaks our kiss. “It’s not a game,” she whispers, but before I can even think of an answer to that, she moves down, brushing her lips over my shoulder and across my chest.

I manage to loosen her hair, and it tumbles down her back. I grunt in satisfaction and wind some strands around my fingers as she swirls her tongue around my nipple.

I fist my hand in her hair, pressing her more securely against me. My eyes close as she sucks and nibbles, and I’m way pasthalfwayout of my goddamn mind.

“Bite me.” It’s a feral growl, and she smiles, her teeth grazing my flesh, but she doesn’t immediately obey. Instead, she scrapes her nails along my back, and I arch into her.

“Playing by my rules tonight, remember?” Her breath is hot against my skin, and she gives me a long, leisurely lick that I feel all the way down to my dick.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

“I never said you did.” She sounds as though she’s trying not to laugh. “Do you really want to argue the point?”

Hell, no. “I’ll shut up and take it like a man.”

“That’s more like it. Although, it’s okay if you scream. I won’t mind.”

I pull her head back. She’s smirking, and it blows my mind. “I don’t scream. Not even for you, babe.”

“That’s the second challenge you’ve given me. How about a third? You might as well make it worth my while.”

I can’t even remember what the first one was. “How about you quit talking and just go down on me? Is that challenge enough?”

“Lame.” She shakes her head, and I relax my grip on her hair. “I’ll make you scream without going anywhere near your mighty dick.”

I choke out a laugh. “Mighty dick? Now who’s being lame?”

“What, don’t you believe me?” She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and I’ll believe anything she says.

“Prove it.”

She lowers her head and circles my chest with hot, open mouthed kisses. Her hair falls across her face and slides over my skin, and if this is my reward for walking away from a fight then, damn, it’s more than worth it.

Her teeth clamp around my nipple, and she sucks hard, digging her nails into my back, gouging the flesh. It’s both pain and pleasure, and I grip her head, tangling her hair as I rear into her, wanting,needing, more.

My briefs are so tight that my dick’s in agony, but there’s no way I’m ripping them off just to gain some relief.

The tip of her tongue swirls around my nipple, and all I can hear is my harsh breath drying my throat.Don’t stop.It’s impossible to speak, but a cracked groan escapes me, like I’m dying.

She eases back, her breath hot against my damp skin. “You taste so good.”

“More.” I sound feral, and she smiles as she presses her mouth over my raw flesh. She takes her time, licking and kissing, and when she suddenly sucks me between her teeth like a fucking vampire, I damn near combust.

Her hands are everywhere, roaming over my back and hooking into the band of my briefs. I grunt in frustrated pain as she drags them down my legs, her nails flaying my naked thighs. She’s marking me as her property, and I fucking love it.

Without warning, she takes my hands and pulls me upright. “Chair.” It’s a breathy command, and I don’t even think before I collapse on the chair by the side of the desk. She sinks to her knees and continues to torture me with hot kisses across my stomach, her wicked nails scoring my chest.