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The taste of her sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I let out a moan of my own, rumbling which sent vibrations pulsing against her.

“Fuck. Yes. More,” she moaned, her tone breathy and warm as I obeyed and gave her everything I had.

All it took was a few quick movements for her jaw to go slack and her eyes to close as she came against my tongue with a heavy exhale and soft moan. I didn’t stop, she rode out her climax as I continued to pleasure her.

The taste of her was nothing I’d tasted before. I was a ruined man, ruined for anyone else ever again. My body hummed with the desire to pleasure her in every way.

“Mm-hmm,” I said, my face buried against her as I nearly disappeared.

There was nothing controlled about how I was acting, nothing calculated, my one goal was to give her release.

Eleanor’s legs tried to squeeze shut at the end of her climax, but I used my hand to forcefully shove her wide open. She finally released the tension and sagged back against the desk.

With one more departing taste, I stood up. She was a panting mess below as my frame loomed over. I stared, watching her chest heave up and down, trying to catch her breath.

But I wasn’t patient, and I was done waiting.

Bending down, I hovered with my hands on either side of her body while I lowered to place a kiss on her lips.

“I love the taste of me on you,” she said into the kiss, her tongue darting out to lick along my lips.

“You are my undoing,” I responded, scooping her into my arms and walking us to my desk chair. She made it to her feet, and I sat into the chair, legs falling wide open. My cock stood straight up as my gaze raked along her bare body.

The way we were facing, the moonlight illuminated her skin, each curve defined by the shadows left behind.

I’d pictured exactly how I would fuck her in my office way too many times.

I sat up, placing both hands on her waist and spinning us around so her ass was now facing the window.

Taking my time, I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling and committing each dip to memory. Her skin was soft, addictive beneath my touch.

I let go of her body and laid back against my desk chair.

“Turn around and take your seat, Sunshine,” I said, using my finger to indicate for her to spin.

With a smirk on her face, she crossed her arms over her chest and stood completely still.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growled, my voice low and commanding, but she didn’t shy away, which made my cock even harder.

Eleanor’s attitude and her smart fucking mouth were my one and only weakness. Even in the midst of her undoing, she found a way to size me up.

Her eyes fell to my erection, biting her lip. “Or what, Mr. Stone?”

This. Woman.

I reached out and grabbed her hips, spinning her myself. Her ass was at eye level, her front facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that ran along my office.

I placed a hand on her back and shoved her in half, Eleanor caught herself from tumbling forward by placing both hands on the window.

My hand came back and landed on her with a smack, the sound echoing through the space.

“Ouch!” she yelled, trying to stand up, but my hand kept her in position.

“Bad girls get spanked,” I said and brought my hand to get her ass again. “Do you know what good girls get?”

Eleanor stayed quiet, taunting me as she wagged her ass in my face.

I whimpered. I had to stay in character, keep my dominating demeanor on like battle armor, but her shaking her ass so close to my face in an act of defiance was so fucking sexy.