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“I kneel before no one, Jasmine. Except you, at this moment,” he growls, taking my hand and kissing it briskly, making me swoon as I become aware of the sudden commotion outside the door.

“Stay quiet! All will be revealed,” he promises, disappearing under my desk and I can feel the heat of his huge body underneath me, my legs still open slightly.

His huge hands suddenly resting on my knees draw another shuddering gasp from me.

I must be dreaming. This is Maddox Mapleton himself, in between my thighs and under my desk.

“Mr. Mapleton,” I murmur, a feeble attempt at protest before my eyes snap back to the doorway to stop them from rolling all the way back again.

But he’s not having any of it.

His huge hands grip my knees as he compels me to do as he says.

“The future depends on this, right now! Hide me Jasmine, stay silent and I will reward you. Beyond measure I promise,” he hisses under his breath, moving back further under my desk but keeping his hands on me, only letting them slide from my knees to my calves.

“B-But,” I stammer, yielding to him, yielding to his touch as I finally feel my own eyes starting to roll back, beyond all my control.

I don’t care about anything else right now. Nobody’s ever touched me like this, let alone the likes of Maddox Mapleton.

I’m shivering like I’m cold but flushing so hot like I have a fever from his touch. From him being so close to me.

I feel something inside me about to come loose, like I’ve never felt before.

The double doors swing open again, a thin looking man in a cheap suit appears.

Nervous.

Twitchy.

“Uhh… I’m agent Sloane, I.R.S. Miss?” he drawls, trying to sound impressive, but I don’t see a badge and only cock my brow, peering over my glasses at him.

“Do you have an appointment?” I ask curtly, not even flinching when I feel Maddox gripping me tighter under my desk.

The guy looks taken aback.

“Ummm… No! As I just said, Internal Revenue Service… We’re here with other federal agencies, we have a warrant… We’re looking for-”

But he doesn’t finish.

A muted call from the hallway sees him disappearing as quickly as he came in.

I can feel Maddox moving his head up closer between my legs, but I don’t stop him.

I grip the back of his head with both hands and let my fingers run through his hair instead, shuddering as I feel the vibration of his low growl through my chair and up into my aching mound.

Through my very soul.

Chapter Three

Maddox

I managed to get down here just in time, and in more ways than one.

The private elevator takes me straight to her floor, it’s also the one place I know won’t show on any cameras or be accessible by these… visitors.

I’ve seen to that, shutting down the CCTV and any elevators that are empty from my laptop, hoping to at least slow them down some so I can get away.

Most important though, it takes me straight to her.

I have my laptop in one hand and pockets bulging with cash, but there’s another bulge that starts forming as soon as I see her face.

She’s real. It’s happening. I can finally breathe.

The whole set up by Hunter, the feds busting into the building seems somehow suddenly worth it.

But I would’ve gotten up the courage today. I had to tell her. I mean, I will tell her.

I only just manage to get myself out of sight when one of the men who’ve swarmed the building bursts into her reception area.

Surprising even me, she asks the man if he has an appointment.

I have to stifle a laugh under the desk, but being so close to her, my hands on her legs which are open just far enough for me to catch a glimpse of her pink panties under her skirt. Stifling a laugh turns into muffling a groan.

I.R.S.? But they have feds in the building too… what the hell?

My ears buzz and then pop. I hear the man get called away as quickly as he appeared, followed closely by the sensation of Jasmine’s hands on my head as I inch closer to what must be the most welcome sight for sore eyes.

Her legs open wide enough for me to see everything, well…

Almost everything.

A thin line of dampness cutting through the sheer fabric between her thick thighs is enough to tell me what she wants, regardless of the danger.

But here. Now?

I’m up for it. We can talk later and right now it feels like actions are speaking louder than words.

A low growl escapes me and I breathe in her sweet scent as I make my way up further between her thighs, my hands prying them apart now.

“Sorry about that… where was I? Oh yes! Federal agent!” The voice cuts through the room again, making Jasmine jump and her legs clamp down on either side of my cheeks.

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