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“Sex,” she breathes. “I want sex…with you.”

I study her, looking for an ounce of hesitation or a flicker of regret, but she shows none.

“You’re sure?”

She nods. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since we got here.”

Holy fuck.

My palm slides around her neck, my thumb resting against her pulse, finding her heart beating erratically. I roll my forehead against hers, closing my eyes while a war brews in my overthinking mind.

Is it wrong for me to claim her so soon after everything she’s been through?

What if she thinks she’s ready, but isn’t?

Will I have enough restraint to be gentle with her?

Will this only make it worse for us when the time comes to say goodbye?

“Alex?” I open my eyes and see vulnerability flash across her face. “Do you…” She hesitates before asking, “Do you not want me?”

Her words tighten a vise around my heart.

After everything she’s been through, she thinks I’m hesitating because I don’t want her when that’s so far from the goddamn truth.

I close my eyes, inhaling her floral scent. “Oh, Fiorellina. You have no idea how much I want you.” I open my eyes. “In fact, I can think of several ways I want you.” I slip my fingers beneath the dark wig and slide it off her head, revealing her golden blonde hair. I twist my fingers around the ends of a few strands. “Do you want me to tell you?”

She nods, her body melting into me. “Please.”

I press a kiss to one side of her mouth. “I want you bent over the desk with your pussy squeezing around my cock as you come.” I kiss the other side. “I want you up against the glass window, looking down at everyone beneath us as you scream my name so loud that every person in this building no longer questions who you belong to.” I kiss her lips. “I want you in every way imaginable until I’ve had my fill. And even then, that won’t be enough because it will never be enough with you.”

A deep flush travels up her neck, her pupils dilating with every word I speak. The tips of my fingers trail across her jaw, a shiver spreading over her skin.

“I like the sound of that,” she says softly, her breath ghosting over my chin. She peeks over her shoulder at the glass wall behind her. “Can anyone see inside?”

I shake my head. “We can see out, but no one can see in.” I intertwine our fingers against my chest. “Would you like to take this home where you might be more comfortable?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t need a bed or rose petals to make it perfect. I just need you.” Heat covers her cheeks as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “Besides, I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

She may be ready for this, but I’m going to ensure everything is on her terms. She wants to stop, we stop. She wants more, she gets more. If she wants to take this somewhere else to be comfortable, then I’ll take her to fucking Timbuktu, if that’s where she wants to go.

Whatever she wants, I’ll always give it to her.

Our mouths collide, devouring each other with no restraint. Her soft lips mold around mine, dancing together in a hypnotic dance as my hands glide down her waist, not stopping until my fingers are gripping her thighs. I lift her so she’s flush against me, her legs wrapping securely around my torso.

My feet move, walking us toward the desk. With one arm, I swipe everything off, making room for her as I set her on the edge.

Her thighs tighten against me as I pull back to stare down at her.

Eagerness floats over her eyes.

I grip her chin, my thumb stroking her bottom lip.

“If you want to stop at any time, we stop. Got it?”

She nods, and I arch a brow.

“Got it,” she replies with a shy smile.