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“Are you sure you want me to fuck you without any protection?” he clarified, nibbling my earlobe. “I’m clean, but you only have my word to go on.”

“I believe you,” I answered. Honestly, at this moment, the risks took a back seat to my raging hormones, and it just didn’t matter to me.

“You don’t have to do this.” Adam pulled back from my neck and looked straight at me. He placed his hands on either side of my face. “You understand that, don’t you? This is your choice if you want it. You will not be harmed regardless of your decision. I swear to you, I will make sure you are home safely by the end of the day, no matter what you do. Do you want to have sex with me, Olivia? Because I really want to lay you over this desk and listen to you scream my name when you come but only if you want it, too.”

“Yes,” I heard myself say, because I was pretty sure I wanted this as much as he did and maybe more so. “Um…does it have to be on the desk?”

Adam laughed and nodded toward the black leather couch on the other side of the office.

“Would that be better?”

“Yes, please.”

Adam slid his hands around my back, under my arms, and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He carried me over to the couch, placing me gently on my feet.

“Unbutton your blouse,” Adam murmured, “all the way this time.”

I suppressed a giggle and reached up to undo the remaining buttons. My hands shook a little as I pulled the buttons through their holes. Part of me was jumping up and down screaming, “What the hell do you think you are doing?” But another, previously untapped part of me was jumping up and down screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!” I decided to listen to the latter.

When all the buttons were released, Adam reached out with one hand and pushed the fabric off my left shoulder, exposing my beige, boring bra. I tried not to feel too horrified as I silently berated myself for not taking Melody up on her offer to go lingerie shopping. At least this one was lacy.

Adam’s finger slid under the strap, and he ran it down the length until he reached the cup.

“Simple, beautiful, no pretenses.” He looked back up at my face. “You are exquisite.”

I felt my teeth grind into my lower lip and rubbed my fingers together, unsure what I should do next. Thankfully, I didn’t have to decide.

"Unzip you skirt," Adam commanded. He took a step back and I hesitated again. He cocked his eyebrow at me, and I felt myself blush for the five hundredth time in the last hour. I reached behind my back and pulled at the zipper. When it was down as far as it could go, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband.

Adams covered my hands with his, stopping me from lowering my skirt. I looked up at him, confused.

"I want to do that," he said. He moved my hands away and put his in

their place. His thumbs grazed over the skin at the top of my hips before he slowly pushed the fabric down my legs.

As he pushed the skirt down, he dropped down on his knees before me. When he reached my feet, he gripped them one at a time and lifted them off the floor, tossing my skirt off to the side. Then he slid his hand slowly from my ankle, up the back of my calf to my knee, and back again. His hand paused over the strap of my red heels.

"Hmm," he muttered. "I think we'll leave these where they are."

“You want me to leave my shoes on?”

“They’re fucking hot,” he said definitively. “Yes, I want them on.”

He ran his hands back up my legs, still kneeling on the floor in front of me. I felt my face flush when he looked back into my eyes.

“That blush is also fucking hot.”

I’m sure his remark only caused me to redden even more. His hands reached my panties, which were also beige and boring, but at least they matched. He grasped my hips and raised himself off the floor before attacking my neck again.

“I want to see your breasts, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Take off your bra for me.”

I reached behind my back and undid the clasp. He pulled away from my body enough to allow me to drop the straps from my shoulders and let my bra fall to the ground at his feet. He just stared at my tits for a moment, his eyes dark. A low growl escaped from his throat, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Exquisite,” he said again. He raised his hands from my waist and cupped both my breasts. He lifted them slightly, and then he ran his thumbs over my nipples. I suppressed a groan because that touch went in a line straight from my nipples, down my stomach, and caused my lower muscles to clench.

I ran my hand from his shoulder to the knot of his tie and pulled at it. He halted his movements and let me loosen it enough to pull it over his head. I started unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to see the muscles outlined through the fabric. I finished the last button and pushed the garment down his arms. He let go of my breasts just long enough to let his shirt fall to the floor, joining my skirt and bra, and I got my first look at his exposed torso.

He definitely did not disappoint.


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