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Dominic looks skeptical. “I had no way of knowing that.”

My lip twitches with a smile. “You could've just asked me.”

He doesn't respond. So I push off the desk and stand, taking pleasure in the fact that he stays right where he is, just lets me flatten my body against his as he waits for what I'm about to do.

Pressing up on my toes, I let my lips brush against his as I whisper, “Would you like me to prove to you that you're the only one with any claim to me?”

A heartbeat passes. Then another. And then…

My stomach flutters with excitement as he drops one hand to cup his hard cock straining through his shorts.

“On your knees.”

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DOMINIC

I’m out of my fucking mind by the time she drops to her knees.

I hadn’t intended to let it get this far. I told her barely two hours ago that I wanted to stay Coach during training hours, but that piece of shit who walked in here tonight snapped every piece of iron restraint I possess. I wanted to wring his neck just for looking at Skylar, let alone hitting on her right in front of me. And I know we agreed on keeping things professional during gym hours, but the second he hit on her, my brain screamed MINE. There wasn’t a chance in hell I wasn’t dragging her in here to put my hands on her.

Between the scene in the gym and then watching Skylar come on my fingers, my body is vibrating with need. I feel possessive and jealous, and I’m not in control of my actions anymore. I feel fucking insane. But I need to calm down a little before I do something I’ll regret.

She keeps her gaze locked with mine as I push my shorts over my hips. I can’t take my eyes off her, off the smile on her face and the eager sparkle in her eye. Even as I pull my length out and guide the tip to her mouth, we never look away from each other.

But then I sink an inch between her lips, and her eyes close on a moan.

Groaning at the feel of her hot, wet mouth, my head drops back. A surge of possession roars through my body again, and I can’t stop from thrusting forward harder than I intend to.

She doesn’t push me away, though. She just swallows me deeper and swirls her tongue around my length.

“Christ,” I gasp. I knew her mouth would feel good, but I didn’t know watching her love it would set this to the next level. My remaining control, if it even existed before this, is dissolving right onto her tongue.

Fuck it.

Giving in to the urge, I grip her ponytail with one hand.

“Put your hands behind your back. You’re going to open your mouth and take everything I give you.”

And she’s so goddamn perfect that she does it immediately, without question. Her hands lock at her lower back, and her mouth goes slack. When her eyes meet mine again, it’s with a silent plea.

“Grab my leg if you need me to stop.” That’s the only warning I give before I start to fuck her mouth.

And God, she looks so beautiful when I do it.

I sink into her on the first thrust. Deeper on the second. By the third, her eyes start to water. I don’t go so deep that she chokes on me, but I want to find her limit. I’m feeling too much like an animal to not.

She takes every bit of me with her hands locked behind her back, her mouth open and inviting. I can see the lust in her eyes as much as I can feel it on my cock when her tongue flattens under it. She wants this just as much as I do.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” I murmur, brushing a tear from her cheek. “Do you feel like mine yet?”

She nods as much as she’s able. And just that has the heat spiking in my body, and my hips moving even faster. I want my imprint on every part of her. I want my taste on her tongue, and for her to remember this moment every time she licks her lips today. I want her to think of only me.

Every muscle in my body tightens. I can feel the orgasm crawling up the base of my spine, threatening to explode at any second. Her mouth is way too fucking sweet.

I’m about to tug on her hair and tell her to get ready for my cum, when I hear it. Voices getting closer to the office door.

I have to drag myself back to reality. It feels like I’m moving through quicksand as I do it, like everything is working in slow motion. As I shuffle Skylar a few inches back to be under the desk, and as I drop into the seat and move forward so my exposed cock isn’t visible.

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