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“You’re always a good girl.” He groans. “But I probably don’t tell you that enough.”
“Not like…that.”
“I’ve thought it so many times.”
I gasp.
“I know I’ve been a bastard at times. But you have always been the best, most loyal assistant. And I have wanted to ravish you every god damn day.”
My pulse skips a beat.
“I need to kiss you,” he whispers. “And I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.”
“You won’t.” I push my lips against his. Heat swarms through me at the barest of contact. “But if you do, I’ll like it. I promise.”
“I need you to like it.” His breath puffs against my mouth. Warm. Sweet. He’s making my head spin. “I need to feel how good it is for you. Do you understand?”
I’m terrified to say no, this is all new territory for me. So I nod mutely, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan before finally—finally!—slotting his mouth firmly against mine and giving me a real, hungry kiss.
His lips are firm and lush, a hot brand against mine. A searing kind of claim. I shiver in his arms, and those firm perfect lips part, just a little, before searing me again, this time with my lower lip caught between them.
Oh God.
I dart my tongue out because I can’t help it, and I taste him. His lip. His skin. He gives me another groan, this one in a way I feel as much as hear, and he slants his mouth against mine again. Different angle. Perfect angle.
And then he gives me his tongue. Just a glancing slide, but it’s wet, and mine is wet, and we’re tasting each other.
Slick, hot, needy.
Rough tastes.
I gasp as he eases back, just enough to slide his tongue along the full curve of my lip. Into the corner of my mouth and up. Over. Ah…
This is surreal. This feels so good.
This is everything.
I lick him back. I’m panting between tastes, and I don’t care, I want to climb him like a tree. I need his hands lower and on my body. On my tits. On my thighs. I need need need so much, and I can’t say any of it because my mouth is full of his tongue, so I press myself against him.
Arching.
Aching.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “You taste so good. I knew you would.”
I moan into his mouth as he kisses me again, this time long pulling tastes with his tongue. A different kind of kiss than I ever imagined.
His hands move down my body, to the hem of my short dress, and his fingers curl around the backs of my thighs, bringing our bodies together. Completely in line, every inch lining up so the hot, hard, thick brand of his erection is pressing against my belly. From my aching mound all the way to my belly button.
How is that going to fit inside, my brain screams at the same time as my insides groan in delight.Yes, fit that inside me. Do it.
His mouth pulls away from mine and trails down my throat. “Ah, Clover,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
My head tips back. “Mr. Newton Smith,” I breathe.
He stops. But against my belly, his cock throbs so hard I can feel it.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “I’m sorry, please, don’t—”
