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“Did it go okay, your lunch?”

“It was fine,” I tell her. “Boring really.”

“And did you manage to sort out last night’s problem?” she asks, lifting her head to catch my eyes. Her hand is on my chest like she can’t bear not to touch me. Which is good, because I don’t want her to stop. I’m already fucking hard again. Or maybe I never stopped being hard.

Either way, when her hand brushes lower, she lifts her brows and looks at me.

“Sorry,” I say, though I’m not.

“Me too,” she says, though it’s clear she also isn’t as she runs her fingertip down my length, then softly scrapes my balls with her fingernails.

“You’re playing with fire,” I murmur.

“Because I want to get burned.” She slides her body over mine, her hair tickling my face. I cup her jaw, kissing her.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’m sure.”

I smile. “Open my top drawer. There are some condoms in there.”

She does as I ask, pulling out a silver foil disc.

“Open it up. Slide it on me,” I tell her, because every time I tell her to do something her face lights up.

She likes being bossed around. At least in bed.

And yeah, I like it too.

I blow out a breath as she slowly rolls the condom down my dick, her palm sliding with the latex, her fingers so damn teasing it makes me want to thrust.

But I don’t. I’m too intent on watching her. A little dip forms between her brow as she makes sure I’m completely covered.

And then I reach for her, roll her over, because I need to be able to look into her eyes. She parts her legs and I settle between them. For a moment I rest my forehead on hers, our eyelashes so close they almost connect as I breathe this woman in.

I can feel the slick heat of her against my tip. Even through the latex it’s so enticing my body wants to move. To slide inside and take, until we’re both broken and breathless. My eyes catch hers and she nods, like she knows I’m waiting for permission.

Her hips lift beneath me, and I slide a hand beneath her, using my other to brace myself against the bed, not wanting to squash her. The tip of my cock presses right there, waiting for her to open up to me.

For a second all we can do is breathe. And then I’m inside of her, and I swear I see fucking fireworks exploding around us. She’s so tight and so warm and she’s staring at me with those pretty blue eyes like she’s trying to see into my soul.

There’s a band around my chest so constricting, it feels like my heart is too swollen for my lungs to do what they need to.

“Theo,” she whispers, her fingers trailing down my back. “Oh God. Please.”

I like the way she says it. Like she’s as needy as I am. “Please what?”

“Please move. Please fuck me.”

And that’s all I need to hear. I lean down, kissing this woman I can’t stop thinking about, and move my hips, dragging them slowly, finding the rhythm we’re both desperate for. I angle her body, wanting to drag my cock against her clit, needing to make this perfect for her.

So perfect she’ll still feel me inside of her for the next few days.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her hands sliding along my back, my hips, my ass, her mouth moving desperately against mine as I grind against her. I feel her breath stuttering, her fingernails digging, her body rolling against me, seeking the heat she’s so desperate to find. Her pretty pussy flutters around me, making me desperate too.

And because I’m a greedy bastard, I move my hand between us, finding her, circling my finger on her, wringing out her desire. I match the tempo of my hips, kissing her softly, whispering how perfect she is, wondering how I’m ever going to get through a single day without being inside of Georgia Ingram.

“Theo, I’m…”