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“Was that important?”

“You’re important.” He stepped between my legs, and I wrapped them around him. “I’m about to fuck my almost wife on this desk.”

I yelped as he pulled my top over my head and unhooked my bra with one hand. The second his tongue touched my nipples I sucked in a breath so sharp it startled both of us.

“You okay?” He looked up.

“Yeah, they’re just—” I didn’t know how to explain it. My breasts had been tender all week, but right now, it was like every nerve ending was dialed up to ten. “Keep going.”

He went slower this time, sucking and nipping on them while he unzipped my jeans. I lifted my hips and he pulled them down with my panties in one smooth motion.

He slid two fingers through my slick folds, and he groaned low in his throat. “You’re always so ready for me.”

“Dez,” I breathed.

“Lemme taste my lunch, Princess.” He kneeled and pulled me to the edge of my desk by my thighs.

The first stroke of his tongue made me fall back against the desk. He went at me with that patient, deliberate pressure he liked to do when he wanted to drive me crazy. His tongue was flat against my swollen clit, flicking then sucking just hard enough to make my thighs shake around his head.

“Papa—right there—” I rasped, my fingers finding his waves as I gripped his head.

My hips bucked against his mouth. He pressed his forearm across my stomach to pin me to the desk.

“Stay still.”

“I can’t⁠—”

“Be. Still.” He sucked my clit and slid two fingers inside me. My whole body went taut like a wire. I was right there—right on the edge—so fucking close⁠—

“Cardez!” I propped myself on my elbows. “You can’t keep doing that to me!”

He smiled wickedly as he unbuckled his pants. “I like fucking with you.”

I started to scoot off the table. “Well, you’re not about to be fucking me if you keep playing with me like that.”

“Where you going?” His hand went around my throat. “Lay your ass back down, Belle.”

“No.”

“Word?” His grip tightened and his eyes darkened. He ran the head of his dick along my pussy, coating himself in my essence without going all the way. My body betrayed me immediately as my hips tilted up to take him. He pulled back.

“See?” He smirked. “Your mouth saying one thing, but this pussy saying something else.”

“Fuck you, Dez.”

He pressed against my entrance just enough for me to feel the stretch and stopped. “Ask nicely.”

My eyes fluttered shut as he kept teasing me and slapping my clit with the head of his dick. His hand was still around my throat.

“Look at you.” He licked along my jaw before kissing me. “Being all bratty when you know you want me to slut your ass out.”

I whimpered. “Papa.”

His hand moved to my breast. I gasped as he rolled my overly sensitive nipple between his fingers. “Lay back.”

This time I obeyed, too needy to give a fuck about my pride anymore.

He slammed into me and I screamed so loud that I was positive the receptionist heard. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He rocked his hips, setting a pace that had the desk shaking and my hands gripping his forearms.