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“If you didn’t want nice and slow,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck, “then fast and rough it is.”

His hand is already between my thighs, every slick movement sending a shiver through me and filling the room with the faint, wet sound of his teasing touch.

I’m so ready for him that it would take almost nothing to make me come. He knows it too, which is exactly why he deliberately ignores what I need, drawing out every second until frustration coils tighter inside me.

I grab his wrist and try to guide his hand where I want it, earning a soft laugh into my hair.

“Weren’t you in such a hurry to get away from me?”

His teeth graze my earlobe and his tongue follows, soothing the tiny sting.

I don’t answer. I simply try again, tugging his hand toward where I need it, but he refuses to give in.

“Please…”

“What?” he asks, clearly entertained. “You want me to let you go?”

And he actually steps back, lifting both hands in surrender.

When I turn to look at him, the most arrogant smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, his gaze openly daring me to walk away—just as I tried to do two minutes ago.

“You know exactly what I want,” I tell him, frustration sharpening every word.

“What?” he repeats, pretending to be genuinely curious.

I reach for him and pull him back to me, lifting one leg around his waist and making sure he stays firmly pressed to my body.

He keeps staring at me with that smug, satisfied expression, clearly pleased with the reaction he’s managed to drag out of me.

“You can’t try to run from me,” he whispers directly into my ear, sending another jolt through my entire body as goosebumps break out across my skin, “and then expect to get what you want.”

As he speaks, one hand wraps around his cock, and he starts rubbing it achingly slowly over my clit, coating it with my slickness.

“I need to make it to my meeting on time,” I say, already losing patience.

“Then I’ll let you leave,” he replies with a laugh, making another attempt to step back.

“Don’t even think about it,” I warn him.

That only makes him laugh harder, clearly satisfied that he’s managed to push me this far.

He slides his cock between my clit and my entrance, applying the slightest pressure whenever he reaches it, deliberately stopping short of pushing inside.

“Next time you try something like this,” he says, watching the way he plays with my pussy, “I swear I’ll spend the entire day—or night—teasing you until it hurts.”

And I believe him. The satisfaction written all over his face makes that painfully obvious.

“Fuck me already,” I demand, exasperation sharpening my voice.

His eyes lift to mine as he bites down on his lower lip, a nearly malicious smile tugging at his mouth.

“Ask me nicely,” he teases, fire blazing in those blue eyes. “Tell me how badly you want me. How much you need me. Convince me.”

I throw him a lethal glare, letting my head fall back against the wall and closing my eyes.

He doesn’t stop teasing my pussy with his cock. Every touch sends another violent tremor through my body, leaving me struggling to hold on to the last scrap of my patience.

Right before I give him exactly what he wants and tell him how desperately I need him, we hear footsteps growing louder outside the room.