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She bites the corner of her lip and looks at the missing office door.

“What are you looking over there for? Nobody is home. Nobody is going to see what I’m about to do to you and your juicy hot pussy. Correction,myjuicy hot pussy.”

“Roman.”

Yes, I definitely have her attention now.

She’s so used to us getting interrupted by the baby, a phone call, or the cleaning lady that I think she’s forgotten what’s it like to be completely and utterly consumed by me.

I’m going to have to refresh her memory.

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ROMAN

Still gripping Elizabeth at the base of her neck, I guide her back across the room to the empty desk. I use my available hand to bend her at the hip and twirl her around facing the desk. As my other hand pivots around, holding her by the back of her neck, I push her forward and bend her over the desk.

“Place your arms above your head and grip the edge of the desk.”

Elizabeth lies purposely motionless on the desk, so I give one of her ass cheeks a smack.

Whack!

Her disobedient ass doesn’t make a sound, not of pleasure or pain, but what she does do is exactly what I instructed. She slowly brings her arms around and holds the edge of the desk with her fingertips. Of course she complies. Elizabeth loves it when I do anything to her from the back. That shit turns her on.

I reach down and yank her shorts and nerd-sexy pair of cotton panties down to her ankles. I’m eager to pay homage to her new “after Knox” curvy body. I hungrily kiss her rounded hips, her full ass, and the backs of her thighs while taking inventory of the body that used to belong to me every night until my little monster robbed me of my time.

She doesn’t make a sound.

Not one.

She’s using every bit of restraint she has left to defy me.

She looks breathtaking in this position, stretched across the desk in a ninety-degree angle, but I completely step away, leaving her bare ass exposed to see if she’ll move or leave. This would be the perfect opportunity for Elizabeth to end this encounter between us. If she doesn’t want me, if she doesn’t need me as much as I’m desperately craving her, then I’ll surrender.

But she doesn’t move an inch.

Not one.

Thank fuck.

“Spread your legs but don’t step out of the shorts,” I order, now that I feel emboldened to move forward.

Her breathing becomes a bit shallower as she obeys my command. I lick the corner of my mouth in anticipation and approval. Elizabeth looks spectacular from the back and keeping the shorts around her ankles will create a nice bit of tension as I lick her clean.

“Take off your top and bra.”

Slowly, she peels off her T-shirt and bra and tosses them in front of her on the floor. The fact that she is following my direction calms me. This right here is exactly what I need and what she wants.

I return to the warmth of her soft body and this time take my time using my hands to travel up her bare skin, following the length of her back, massaging and kneading the tight muscles there and along her neck.

My woman spends long days at the computer working on her business, and it’s one reason I’m so drawn to her. Her work ethic is sexy. Her desire to win is intoxicating. Wanting School Bucks to succeed and hustling all the time to make it a reality is part of what defines her, and I understand that. She has something to prove to her parents, her classmates, herself, and maybe even to me. She wants to show us all that she can turn her dream into a thriving reality and that she doesn’t need anyone’s help to achieve it.

But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned from watching Joseph and Juliette’s relationship, it’s that there has to be a balance. Where there is darkness there must be light, where there is intensity there must be calm, and it’s my job as Elizabeth’s forever after to remind her of that. To remind her of us. I want us to win in both business and love, and it only works if we’re doing both together.

“You’re beautiful, Duchess. Absolutely beautiful.”

I can feel her body relaxing under my touch, but she still doesn’t utter a single sound. She doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of knowing that she is enjoying every minute of this, especially after how I left her in the bathroom the other day. She knows that I totally get off on her responsiveness to me.