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My forehead dropped against his shoulder.

“You’ve been like this while we were working?”

I bit the fabric of his thermal through my smile.

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself.”

His fingers stroked my clit.

My knees nearly gave.

“I’m getting more pleased by the second.”

I said his name through my teeth.

He pushed my jeans and underwear down far enough to reach me properly.

I spread my legs.

There was no slow exploration tonight.

He knew exactly how to touch me.

His fingers circled my clit while he kissed me, swallowing the sounds I made as the pressure built brutally fast.

I grabbed his shoulders.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.”

My first orgasm hit before I was ready for it.

I cried out into his mouth, thighs shaking as the pleasure rolled through me. Damien held me upright with one arm while his fingers kept moving until I turned my face into his neck. “Ease up,” I gasped.

He did, for approximately three seconds, before I reached for his belt. “My turn.”

He let me open it, but when I started to sink down, he caught me beneath the arms and brought me back up.

“Not tonight.”

I stared at him.

“You objected considerably less last time.”

“I remember last time.” His cock was already hard beneath my hand when I shoved his jeans lower. “Tonight I need to be inside you.”

The bluntness sent another pulse of heat through me.

I wrapped my fingers around him.

He closed his eyes briefly when I stroked him once.

His hand covered mine before I could do it again.

“Keep doing that and this is going to become a much shorter encounter.”

“That sounds like a threat.”