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I push her jeans lower on her thighs and then sit back to admire her. Her bare ass has a slip of lace daring to cover her and then slip between her full cheeks. She eyes me over her shoulder. “What are you—”
“Shhh.” I hold my finger to my mouth. Reaching forward, I run my finger under the white lace, gliding it a few inches and then returning to the top again. “I’m going to ask you questions, and I want you to tell me the truth. Okay, Tuesday.”
“Okay,” she says, turning around.
“Keep your eyes forward and rest your hands on the desk. Can you do that for me?”
There’s a pause, and I hear her tongue dip out to lick her lips in that emptiness. But then she leans forward, doing as I ask. Her shoulders rise and fall with deepened breaths.
I graze over her hips with the palms of my hands. “That’s a good girl.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t say a word. She releases a held exhale as her gaze falls to the desk. With her hands planted firmly, I could do anything to her, and she’d let me. Rubbing the mounds of her ass, I say, “You trust me.”
“I trust you with my life.”
“I’m not sure you should.”
Standing behind her, I run my hand the length of her spine, leaving goose bumps to flourish across her skin. When I press my erection against the crease of her ass, I lean over and whisper against the back of her neck. “Feel what you did to me, what you caused.”
She lowers to her forearms and pushes against me, then wiggles. I take her hips and hold her still so she can’t. “Did I say you could move?”
Except for the sound of breathing, anticipation heats the room. “No.”
“No?”
. . . “No, Mr. Westcott, you didn’t.”
A grin formed from control spreads across my face. I don’t want to control her. I don’t want to own her. I want the chance I know I’ll never be given. To truly love her.
Anger surges inside me, and my belt flies open, the ends of the leather slapping against her skin. I yank my pants open and drag my clothes down. I’m close to fucking her so hard she’ll never forget me until I realize I don’t have protection.
“Motherfuck,” I grit through my teeth, digging my fingers into her hips again as I lean over her. “Don’t move a muscle. You understand?”
“Yes.” My hands leave her body when she adds, “No condom needed.”
I stop.
Turning back, I look at my beautiful girl bent over my desk and waiting for me. My heart thumps in my chest as I wage a debate in my head. I know the right thing to do, but she makes me want to be so bad.
Why’d she have to be so goddamn tempting?
Fuck me.
“It’s not time.” I retrieve a condom from the bedroom and return before she has a chance to miss me. As I roll it down my dick, it doesn’t take much to get me back to where I was. Hard as steel for her. The anger hasn’t tempered. I feel drunk with the power.
Taking the white lace, I shred it like I’m about to do to her innocence and toss it onto the desk beside her. My sweet girl’s about to get a fresh taste of the man I really am. Reaching between her legs, I slide my fingers through her lips and into her opening.
“Ah,” she groans. She’s needed this as much as I have.
When her hips start to gyrate, I pull back. “I didn’t give you permission.”
Her body stills despite her ragged breathing. “Loch,” she pleads, resting her head and chest on the desk. Her light hair falls over her face, hiding her eyes from me. “I need you.”
When I move the strands, her eyes are closed, and her palms are flat as she waits for me to take her. Moving my hand from the heat between us, I position myself at her entrance, then lean against her and kiss her back. “I need you, baby. So much.”
I thrust, forcing her forward and then back when I pull myself almost all the way out of her. When her mouth opens, I fill it with the fingers that just left her body. Her lips close around them as her pussy clenches around me.
When she moans again, I move to her shoulder and start fucking her. No texts. I fuck. No calls. I fuck. Angry with the world because I know I can’t have her forever. I fuck.
And then I fuck harder, losing myself in her like it might be the last fucking time. Looping my wrist around the front of her thigh, I find her clit and stroke in desperate circles. “Loch,” comes out of her mouth in a frantic whisper, and she repeats, causing me to drive harder as sweat drips from my forehead.
