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“What the fuck is this?” I hold up the lace thong in my clenched fist, my thumb brushing over the cool, damp cotton.

Jesus Christ, they’re wet.

That new detail has my blood rushing to my cock with such an urgency that for a moment my vision actually blurs.

She tucks her hands behind her back and blinks at me, the picture of innocence. “Oh my goodness. How did those get in there?”

She reaches for them, but I snatch them back, pressing them to my nose. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as I breathe in her heady scent. Fuck, she smells even better than I remember.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much trouble I could get in if we were to get caught?”

She lifts her chin defiantly but doesn’t say anything.

“This is a bad idea.” I say it more to myself than to her, but my mind and my body are on two different channels right now as my feet continue to carry me toward her. “I’d be breaking every rule I set for myself…”

Her eyes stay locked on mine, chest heaving as she bravely stands her ground. It’s cute, really. She has no fucking clue what she’s asking for.

“You wanted my attention…” I hold out my arms. “Well, you have it.”

Her breathing is heavier now, but she doesn’t move. Just stares at me, like she doesn’t know whether she should run toward me or away from me.

With my eyes locked on hers, I brush a thumb over her cheek as I tower over her. Even in heels, she has to crane her neck to meet my eyes. She sucks in a breath, her pupils so large, I can barely make out the blue of her irises.

“I bet you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?”

She shrugs her shoulders ever so slightly, biting her lip to hide her smile. “Maybe…”

Dipping my chin down so that my lips barely graze the shell of her ear, I whisper, “Is this what you wanted?” Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I take her hand and slide the tacky square diamond off her finger, then set it on the desk beside her. “When you’re with me, I don’t want to see this on your finger. Do you understand?”

Her breath catches, and she nods.

“Good,” I whisper, taking her bare hand and placing it over my rock-hard cock, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. She sucks in a breath. “You love how fucking desperate you make me. You love knowing that every time I close my eyes, it’s your pretty face I see. Don’t you?”

Her grip tightens as she slides her hand up and down my shaft. I let out a groan, nearly blowing in my pants right there. Her red lips curl with smug satisfaction. But I fight the urge to lose myself, despite how fucking amazing it feels to finally have her hands on me. Even if it’s over my pants.

I slowly lift the hem of her skirt as I drag my hands up her soft, shapely thighs. I cup her bare ass cheek in one hand, while tracing fingertips up the apex of her thighs.

How long has she been walking around here without her panties? Fucking tease. She thinks she can torture me and walk away unscathed?

Our lips collide in a frenzy as I sweep the framed photos and scattered papers from the desk, sending them crashing to the floor. Then I lift her onto the edge, settling her ass against the desktop.

She tears at my shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction, and slides her hands over my chest, her sharp fingernails a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

I graze a knuckle over her sensitive clit, and she lets out a whimpered mewl, her head tipping back as she parts her thighs, opening herself to me completely.

My free hand works to unbutton her blouse. Once I have her shirt open, my palm slides up her torso to cup her breast. My thumb brushes against her hardened nipple through the thin lace of her bra.

I slide my finger over her slit, dipping inside to tease her entrance as I work her clit in slow circles.

“Fuck, Kira, your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”

She lets out a whimper, her sharp fingernails digging into my back as she arches her back.

I grind my cock against her pussy, dry humping her through my pants as I dip a finger inside her tight cunt. I smile to myself when she lets out a groan, nearly bucking off the desk from the sensation.

I don’t give her time to adjust before adding a second digit, my thick fingers filling up her tight cunt as I stroke her swollen G-spot, working her sensitive clit with my thumb as I continue to grind my cock against her.

“Jesus, Kira, your pussy is fucking dripping and so goddamn tight,” I hiss in her ear, as I try to keep my composure.