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In the time it’s taken me to text, Serena has stood and is walking toward the door. I rush around the desk and join her. She turns to me, her back to the door, her eyes raw and emotional. And filled with lust. With the need to forget about all this madness and just be together for a little while.

It’s different from the energy of our first time. It’s like she wants comfort in me. I want to give it and feel it so badly.

“Our code is that we don’t hurt civilians,” I tell her. “We don’t target women. We don’t run drugs. We don’t push dope. We handle information. But that doesn’t make us good men, Serena.”

Her body tightens up, and her hands fall. I move closer, and she makes the most tempting moan. But it’s withdrawn a little. Like she’s fighting herself. I know the feeling.

I’m hard instantly. I take her by the arms. “It takes violent, dark men to keep the worst of humanity in line. That’s who we are. That’s what we do. That’s what we were in DC, and that’s what we’re going to be here. Except this will be mine.”

I pull her against me. She gasps, probably feeling the thick bulge pushing against my pants.

“I’m sweaty and gross from last night,” she murmurs.

I lean down, feeling her hot breath on my face. “You could never be gross, Iris,” I growl.

“Oh, fuh-fuh…”

She can’t finish as I press my lips against hers. It’s always like we’re on two levels, even in person, ironic and serious, Iris and Serena. And now she’s giving herself to me, sinking into the kiss. It’s needy as fuck, and that turns me on. I lift her and carry her to the desk.

We don’t stop kissing, even as I carry her one-handed and push everything on my desk aside. I knead her ass for a few more moments, feeling her moan as much as hearing it, then place her down. She starts shuffling her cardigan, wriggling, not even taking it off. Oh, fuck, there’s something so hot about the way she reveals her legs, peeling back her dress, thick and juicy as fuck.

I’m hard. Almost too hard. The pressure is roaring out for that slick, tight body of hers. Roaring out to see her pretty face flood with delight, and her toes curl as she comes hard for me.

I fall to my knees and help her hike up her dress.

“What are you doing?” she moans.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” I growl.

“Oh, my fucking God,” she whimpers.

I pull down her underwear, then push her dress up enough to see her pussy. She’s swollen and wet for me, her walls fluttering, her clit peeking out as though desperate for attention. I try to be a gentleman, lick and tease. But I’m an animal.

I grab her thighs in greedy handfuls and press my face against hers. Her scent is hot, heady, and horny as hell. I open my mouth wide, licking as much of her as I can, sucking on her clit. She gasps and thrusts her hips toward me, leaning back on the table.

Placing one hand on her stomach, I push her back down, lost in the heat and wetness, licking everywhere, sucking and greedily tasting her.

“Fuck me,” she moans. “Nikolai. Oh, baby.”

I lick for one more minute until I can feel her trembling. I stand and move over her. I tear down my pants, my cock springing free, my briefs wedged under my balls. She’s still got her boots on. I almost explode just seeing her like that, fully dressed except for that hot, needy pussy.

Stepping forward, I push my tip against her slickness. She falls back, eyes fluttering, as if she’s ready to let go, like all that licking has pushed her toward the edge. That’s damn good. I’m on the verge of exploding as I slide inside her, feeling her clutch my shaft tightly. I watch her perfect face, the smile splitting across it. It says, Oh, I needed this.

I lean down, pressing my body against hers. Her breath fans over my neck as I pump my hips, sliding out of her slick passage and pushing back in. She massages my shaft with each thrust. Her moans in my ear are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

She drags her fingernails down my back. I look behind me to see her boots jostling up and down as I fuck her. My balls swell with the need to come.

“I need you to come,” I groan in her ear. “So—fucking—badly.”

“Just come, baby,” she moans. “Come for me.”

Her words almost destroy me. But I somehow manage not to let go.

“I want to feel you come so badly,” I tell her.

“Fuh—fuh—” She tightens around me, pumping her hips harder.

I don’t want to think of anything except her hot breath and her tight hole clutching me needily, but I’m so damn close. I need time. I want to feel her shiver for me, her tunnel throbbing, pleasure pulsing through her. She fucking needs it, and I need to give it to her.