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I sink down onto the seat next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. I know this can’t go on forever. But I can’t let him go just yet.

"Xavier. I will tell you. Soon. It’s only fair, I know that. But, please, just let us... be like this for a little while longer, okay? Please?"

He sighs and pulls me against him. He feels so warm and strong and comforting. Like a house. A home. My home. How did I survive all this time without him? I open my mouth, almost ready to tell him everything. But then the image of him knowing… the look on his face. The disappointment, the judgment. The humiliation. The hate. Things will never be the same.

He turns his head and kisses me gently on the temple, and like magic, nothing else matters, just him and me in this room.

I nuzzle my face against his neck. His hair is wet, probably from a shower, and his cologne is warm and sweet and spicy. It’s intoxicating. My tongue slides out and licks his jaw before I can stop myself.

He looks at me, amused but doesn't say anything. I breathe him in again.

Something in my body feeling hot and in need.

Of him.

This is insane.

I haven't had sex for so long and now I can't stop thinking about it.

I stand up and take his hand. He follows me as I pull him towards the desk.

My eyes lock on his as I pull the hem of my dress up to my hips and slide onto the edge of the desk. I grab the front of his shirt and yank him forward.

He lets out a small laugh as his body bangs up against me before I pull his head down to meet mine, kissing him so hard my lips ache.

"Fuck me," I whisper into his ear, and I feel a growl rumble in the pit of his chest.

"Here?"

I nod. "Now. I want you, Xavier." I reach down, pulling down the zipper to his pants, my hand grazing over his growing hardness.

He reaches between my legs, and finds I’m panty-less.

He grins, his eyebrow raising.

“If you’d looked more closely, you would’ve found I left you more than a note,” I lean in and whisper. “They’re under your pillow. I wanted my scent to make you dream of us fucking, like we’re about to do right now.”

“You grew quite the mouth, didn’t you, young lady?” he growls, his teeth grazing along my neck.

I grin and spread my legs wider, as he unbuttons his pants and releases himself.

He pushes me back against the desk, pulling my legs around his waist, and I can feel the tip of his cock nudge against me.

“Say it again,” he tells me, his voice low and dark, thick with want.

“Fuck me, Xavier,” I obey, staring into his eyes.

And they stay there, even as he leans forward, sliding his cock into me.

“Ohhhh,” I gasp. I can’t believe how this feels, having him inside me, his eyes on mine as we fuck.

“God, Malynda. Yes… squeeze me tighter, baby. Milk me,” he pants, grinding his hips into me, his pubic bone grazing my clit, driving me wild. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”

“Then take me, Xavier. I’m yours. I was always yours.”

Something in my words triggers him and he stands up, gripping my hips with his hands as he slams into me. Hard. Bruising me in a way I’ll never forget. And never get enough of. Exquisitely painful.

“Oh god…” I moan, not caring that I’m in my office, not caring if the whole world hears me come on Xavier’s cock.