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At the thought, something savage inside me comes off its chain. My heart lurches into high gear. My body revs, every muscle tense. My stare penetrates her unblinking gaze, just as my cock does to her sex. She looks breathless, full of anticipation, and so damn aroused it’s making me dizzy and crazy and unhinged.

“Fuck, yes.”

I barely see delight fill her face before I rear back and begin to pound into her. Deep, long, rapid-fire strokes that are an all-out assault on whatever barriers she has between the sensations we’re sharing and the orgasm I intend to wring from her body.

As I plow into her over and over, sweat beads my brow. My fingers go numb. My head is completely silent except for the roaring heartbeat thrashing between my ears. Pleasure deluges me.

Nia begins to tense. Her encouraging moans pick up speed and octave until she’s delivering them against my skin as she’s sucking at my neck and crossing her ankles behind me as if she never intends to let go.

My lungs work like a bellows as I inhale ragged breaths and exhale with rough grunts. Pressure builds. My senses expand until all I can comprehend is Nia. Her skin is like velvet under my fingertips. Her lips against mine are unexpectedly sweet. Her scent around me is intoxicating as hell.

She’s everything I’ve been seeking for longer than I care to admit.

Under me, she scratches and strains, crying out and writhing. I’m seconds from bursting in a devastating explosion of ecstasy beyond anything I’ve ever felt. I want it. I need it. I crave it—and her—so badly I don’t think I can take another breath without giving into the towering pleasure about to crumble me under it.

But the way Nia is moving, desperate and wailing, she’s climbing…but not yet on the edge.

There’s no fucking way I’m going over without her.

I don’t even know who I am or where this insistence is coming from. I feel compelled to thrust my hand in her hair and tug until our eyes meet as I rise upright and change the angle of my thrust. Then I set my hand on her hip—and my thumb over her clit.

I rub the sensitive nub. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Her eyes half close with a sob of yearning and a bending of her spine. “Yes.”

“What? Say it louder,” I demand so I can hear her moan for me again.

“Yes!”

Her pleading arouses me like nothing else. I have to have more of it. I’m greedy for more of her passion, her supplication.

“Tell me again. Say it now.”

“I’m going to come for you…”

And she is. Her bud swells and hardens under my thumb. In this position, I see the rush of blood making the undertone of her rich, umber skin even darker. Her throat works. Her lips part. Her nipples bead to perfect points as her chest rises and falls. A glance down the long line of her torso keys me up more, especially when my stare settles on her swollen pussy, so pretty and plump and perfectly bare.

“Do it,” I bark in desperation. “Fucking now!”

She reaches out futilely to grab the futon and arches, her spine twisting. I shove in again, feel her squeeze me so tight it’s hard to push deeper. But I grit my teeth and persevere. I’m going to watch her come apart for me, then I’m going to follow her into the abyss of pleasure and climax like I never have. I already know it, feel it.

“Yes.” She nods frantically as she grabs on to my arms and grips hard. “Yes! That’s it. It’s so good… I’m there. Evan!”

She screams. Under my touch, her clit turns to stone. Her body bucks as her pussy rhythmically clamps and squeezes me. Ecstasy sharpens her face, and I already know I’ll never forget the way it transforms her mouth to an O and her body to soft putty in my hands.

My stare is still fused to her, watching the most beautifully mind-blowing sight I’ve ever seen when rapture overtakes me. I want to watch her through every moment of her peak, but my own crushes me. I’m forced to close my eyes as I erupt and ride the relentless, stunning agony ripping away my breath and ruining my sanity.

This night and this moment—hell, this woman—have destroyed me.

As I struggle to catch my breath, she huffs and gasps. I open my eyes and find her staring. The jolt of our connection whacks me. Then a thousand thoughts hit me at once. Not only did I have sex with my secretary, but for the first time ever, I had intercourse with someone other than my wife.

“Oh, god,” I spit out, my face tightening. “What just happened?”

She cups my cheek in her soft palm. “Don’t do this, Evan. Don’t ruin the moment.”

It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. My logical brain knows that. Guilt screams at me. Becca never liked Nia; she would have disapproved. Plus, we work together. What happened tonight will make everything damn awkward from now on.

Despite all that, I can’t bring myself to wish it hadn’t happened.