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“You are. And I will.” It’s a low growl, and his fingers thread in my hair, holding my cheek against the pad on his desk. “Don’t let go.”

The warning in his tone squeezes my stomach, and I grip the wood, closing my eyes as he starts to move.

After the first thrust, his groans turn ragged, and he picks up speed, fucking me like he’s lost control. My feet rise onto my toes with every punishing thrust, and high moans jerk from my throat as he hits me harder, over and over, scooting the desk and blanking my mind. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever had, and he’s using me in the most delicious way.

“Is this what you want?” It’s practically a growl. “You want me to fuck you this way?”

“Yes,” I moan, lifting my ass so he can drive deeper. “More…”

His hand on my hip grips and pulls me to him as he complies, releasing all the anger, need, and frustration we’ve battled for so many weeks.

“You like my dick in your pussy?”

“Yes…” I’m practically sobbing. “I love it.”

His hand goes around to my front, cupping between my thighs as he locates my clit. Rough fingers press and circle that hypersensitive spot, and my eyes squeeze as pleasure radiates in my inner thighs. I’m moaning and gasping, rising higher…

“Come,” he orders.

“Oh, God…” I’m going blind as he massages my clit, his unrelenting cock driving deeper. Wetness spills onto my thighs.

“I said come.” His voice is stern, and I cry out, shooting to the top so fast, I’m afraid I might die when I hit it.

Orgasm radiates in my stomach so hot, it burns in my veins. I stiffen, another hard thrust, and I break into shuddering wails. My muscles contract wildly, shaking and buckling my legs, my toes on pointe.

The impact is almost overpowering, then he slaps my clit sharply, repeatedly, and I scream. He continues slapping harder, and I hear the smack of wetness.Did I just…?

“Fuck,” he groans as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. “Fuck, Reanna.”

His pelvis presses against my backside, and his stomach trembles against my ass. His voice shudders as he holds deep inside my clenching core.

His groans are as thrilling as the rules we’ve just shattered. We’re both leaning forward on the desk breathing heavily, and his chest is against my back, one large hand cupping my pussy possessively, the other threaded in my hair.

The pressure of his weight holding me down is amazing. I’m surrounded by his heat, the scent of citrus and jasmine, sweat and sex. We’re slowly coming into focus, and I’m pretty sure I just had the best fuck of my life.

With a low groan, he releases my hair, placing his hand on the desk and pushing his body off me. I don’t move. I don’t open my eyes, listening as he enters the small bathroom, disposes of the condom, and turns on the sink.

I miss him already. I want him to come back and hold me. He does come back, but he doesn’t hold me. He touches me gently with the damp towel, cleaning my legs before lowering my skirt and taking my arm.

“Stand up.” His voice is gentler now, although still quiet.

I’m wobbly like a new foal, and I lean my face against his firm chest, sliding my hand up to his neck. “I think you made me squirt.”

Air rushes from his lips, and he threads his fingers in the side of my hair, wrapping his other arm around my body at last. It feels so good to be in his arms. He truly is my safe place. I actually do trust him.

A bitter thought cramps my stomach.What does it mean if he can’t trust me?

Stop. I shove that unwelcome thought aside, remembering what I need to do. Stepping carefully out of his arms, I go to his bag and dig around, searching.

“What are you doing?” His sexy voice tickles my stomach, and I switch on the small lamp on his desk.

“Getting this.” I hold his phone up to his face, a clench in my chest at the sight of his hazel eyes. Everything about him is different to me now. “Look.”

The phone unlocks, and I quickly open his Messages app, entering my number and sending a text to myself.

He takes the device from my hand, studying the screen a moment. “This is your number?”

“You were gone this weekend, and I didn’t know where you were.”


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