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"Do you have any idea how many times I sat on that phone, thinking about your lips around my cock?" he asked, voice tense as his fingertips crushed into my skull.

I worked him tentatively at first, realizing that he knew a lot more about my preferences sexually than I knew about his.

But that was okay.

Because I was enjoying figuring it out firsthand.

His hissing breath let me know he liked it when I moved faster, when I ran my tongue over the head every couple of strokes.

It wasn't long before his fingers were curling in my hair, holding on at first, but then yanking back, pulling until I released him, his thumb moving out to stroke over my lower lip.

"Come here," he demanded softly, pulling slightly until I moved onto his lap again, his hands sliding down my sides, gathering my skirt, scrunching it up in his hands, then slowly drawing it up over my body, exposing me inch by inch until, finally, he was pulling it off my head, exposing me to him completely.

I'd never had much of a reason to wear a real bra, and Fee had insisted there was no need with this particular dress.

I was glad for that advice when a tortured-sounding "Fuck" escaped Rush as his eyes roamed over me, his hands moving from my hips up over my ribs, then, finally, cupped over my breasts, making my nipples harden immediately, pressing against this palms, the friction making a shiver of need course through me.

His fingers moved out, rolling the tightened buds much the way he'd told me he would.

I'd imagined his touch a thousand times before, but not even my best fantasy could come close to this reality that had me arching back, pressing my breasts against his palms, silently begging for more. Which he gave. Happily. Circling. Pinching. Then, finally, leaning forward, running his tongue over me, sucking one of them into his mouth with an intensity that was almost painful, a white-hot heat that moved from that contact and out, blooming across my chest, then moving down, pooling in my core.

"Rush," I whimpered, leaning forward, sealing my lips over his again, feeling my breasts brush across his strong chest as my hips wiggled upward a bit, repositioning until I felt his hardness press against me.

A moan ripped from somewhere deep as my hips shifted, feeling him slide against my cleft, over my aching clit. "Please," I whimpered against his mouth, too desperate to worry about sounding too needy.

I was.

This was what the books I read talked about.

This heat.

This fire that seemed to burn unbearably hot, refusing to calm until you got what you needed most.

For me, Rush.

Inside me.

Like I had been imagining for months on the phone, for years since he first walked through the doors of the office.

On a growling noise, his arm went around my hip, holding me to him as he lifted, flipped, dropped me back against the mattress, shifting me up toward the pillows, then coming over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as my arms went around him, as my legs shifted so that his hardness could press against me again.

My hips ground upward as his slipped up, his cock sliding up my slick cleft, dragging a pained sound from both of us before his lips claimed mine again.

Harder.

Hungrier.

Losing control.

His weight shifted, one arm balancing some of it, the rest crushing into me as his other hand moved out, opened the nightstand drawer, shifted around inside, then came back, bracing again for a moment as his teeth bit into my lower lip, drawing a half-pained, half-pleased sound from me that had him pulling back, pressing back, reaching to protect us, then looking down at me, eyes molten. His breath was ragged, expanding his chest wider, making his abs contract.

"Rush," I said after a moment, my hand moving out, tentatively touching his hip, seeming to pull him out of the trance he seemed to be stuck in.

His body came back over mine, his hand reaching down, grabbing my thigh, wrapping my leg around his hip as he braced on one arm.

His hips shifted as his gaze found mine.

I felt him press against me for the barest of seconds before he plunged deep, dragging a surprised moan out of me as my walls stretched around him, feeling him fill me completely.

Rush's forehead pressed to mine as he took a breath so deep his body shook.

"Fuck," he hissed, taking another couple of breaths before pressing back to look down at me, eyes heavily hooded.

"Rush, please," I begged, my hips writhing, needing a release of the painful pressure building inside.

"Love it when you beg, baby," he declared, sliding out then thrusting back in.

Slow, tentative for a couple moments, but losing any semblance of control as quickly as I was losing it.

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