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“I’m going to touch you now,” I tell her. “You’re going to let me.”

She nods, and I can see the pulse hammering in her throat.

I slide one hand up her inner thigh. She’s already wet—I can feel it, slick and hot against my fingers—and when I brush against her center, she jerks like she’s been shocked.

“Easy,” I murmur. “I haven’t even started yet.”

I circle her clit with my thumb while sliding one finger inside her. She’s tight, so tight, and I have to take a breath and remind myself to go slow. She’s inexperienced. She’s never done this before. I need to be careful.

Fuck, she feels good.

I add a second finger, stretching her gently, and her head falls back against the wall behind the desk. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. I curl my fingers inside her, searching for that spot, and when I find it, she cries out.

“There?” I ask.

She nods frantically, and I do it again. And again. My thumb works her clit while my fingers fuck her, and she’s making sounds I’ve never heard before. “Maxim, I’m—”

“I know.” I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body coiling toward release. “Let go.”

She comes apart with my name on her lips, her whole body shaking, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles go white. I work her through it, drawing out every last wave, until she collapses back against the wall with a broken moan.

I give her a moment to recover. Then I start again.

“Wait—” she gasps. “I can’t—”

“You can.”

I’m gentler this time, building her back up from the aftershocks of her first orgasm. She’s oversensitive, whimpering every time I move my fingers, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She just takes it, her body arching and trembling under my hands.

When she comes a second time, I swallow her cry with my mouth, kissing her through it until she goes limp against the desk.

I step back and start undressing. My cock springs free, already achingly hard.

Davina watches me through half-lidded eyes, still dazed, still catching her breath. I pull my shirt over my head, undo my belt, push my pants down. Her gaze drops to my cock, and I see her swallow hard.

“It’s okay,” I say, moving back between her legs. “We’ll go slow.”

I lift her hips and position my cock at her entrance. She’s still wet, still swollen from her orgasms, and I have to fight the urge to just thrust inside her. Instead, I push in inch by inch, giving her time to adjust.

She’s so tight it almost hurts. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can feel her body resisting the intrusion. I stop halfway, letting her breathe.

“Relax,” I murmur against her ear. “Let me in.”

She takes a deep breath, and I feel her body soften around me. I push deeper, and then I’m fully inside her, seated to the hilt, and we both go still.

She feels incredible, hot and wet and tight, wrapped around me like she was made for this. For me.

I pull back and thrust forward, and she gasps. I do it again, setting a slow, deep rhythm, and she starts to move with me. Her hips roll to meet mine, her legs wrap around my waist, and suddenly we’re moving together like we’ve done this a hundred times.

“More,” she whispers. “Harder.”

I give her what she asks for. I grip her hips and fuck her harder, faster, driving into her with each thrust. The desk rattles beneath us, papers scattering, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way she feels, the sounds she’s making, the way her body clenches around me every time I hit that spot inside her.

“Maxim!” Her voice breaks on my name. “God…”

“Do it.” I reach between us and press my thumb to her clit, and she shatters. Her whole body seizes, her back arches off the desk, and I feel her clench around me so tight it pushes me over the edge.

I come inside her with a groan, my hips jerking, my hands tightening on her waist hard enough to leave marks. I bury myself as deep as I can go and stay there, pulsing inside her while she trembles beneath me.