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He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in.

The table shifted against the wall.

I caught his shoulders.

“Again.”

He did, harder, and every stroke drove the edge of the worktable into the backs of my thighs and sent pleasure through me fast enough that I stopped trying to stay quiet.

Damien’s mouth moved to my throat.

“This what you were thinking about while you ran your event?”

“Yes.” I dug my nails into his shoulders. “You inside me. Exactly like this.”

His groan vibrated against my skin.

The next thrust hit deeper.

I wrapped one leg around him, pulling him closer.

His hand slid between us.

The first touch of his thumb against my clit made me jerk.

“Damien—”

“I want another.”

I was already too close to argue.

He kept fucking me with the same hard rhythm while his thumb worked over my clit.

My breath came in broken sounds.

The muscles in my thighs tightened around him.

The chargers hummed behind us. Somewhere outside, a cart rolled past the building and disappeared.

The whole farm kept existing while Damien drove me toward another orgasm against my own worktable.

I looked at him.

His hair had fallen forward, his eyes almost dark beneath it.

The emotion that hit me was sharper than lust.

He was here, still here, and not because I had surrendered last night, stopped being difficult, or become easier to protect.

He had spent the entire day listening when I knew the route better, moving when I needed him to move, and staying close when the danger became more real.

I tightened my leg around him.

“I want you.”

Damien slowed for one stroke.

“You have me.”