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“So fucking bad,” I moan at the building of my impending climax. “You should teach me a lesson.”

His strong palm cracks against my ass cheek with an audible slap and I’m so close to coming, I greedily demand more in my pursuit of my release.

“Again!” I call out. Mav obliges, spanking me harder this time before fisting my hair and ripping me back up into him. Reaching around to my front, Mav’s hand dips low as he begins strumming my clit.

“Tell me, baby. What does my Queen want?”

“I want you inside me, Mav.” My words come out like a plea, desperate to be reminded of what it feels like to be owned by him. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk without feeling you for the next week.”

The roar that rips from Mav’s throat almost doesn’t sound human. I expect him to push me forward, but instead, he spins me, forcing me to lay back on the desk once more. He grips hold of my ankles, tossing each one over his shoulders. “I’ll fuck you any way you want,” he pants, pulling his massive cock free and lining up with my entrance. “Just as long as I can stare at your beautiful face as I do it.”

He slams home, driving into me so hard I cry out as I see fucking stars.

Oh my God. I feel him everywhere, stretching me as I constrict around him.

Mav’s arms tighten around my legs, pinning them to his front as his head rests against my shin at his shoulder. His eyes screw shut, his movements momentarily stalling as he adjusts to being inside me for the first time in so long. “Oh, fuck. Shit…” he breathes out on a whisper, almost as though he’s talking to himself. “So much fucking tighter than I remember.”

After a moment, his hips start moving once more, gaining momentum with each dedicated thrust, until he’s fucking me so hard the only thing keeping me from flying off the desk is his hold on me. Mav grips my ankles, pressing them together while lifting them up and forward as he continues driving into me at a punishing pace.

“Fuck, baby. Look at how perfect we fit together. You were fucking made for me.”

“Mav,” I moan, my hands traveling up to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples between my fingers. “Mav, don’t stop!” He fills me completely, the sensation triggering memories of what it used to feel like coming undone beneath him. I forgot sex could feel this way, completely unraveling you while simultaneously making you whole.

Mav releases my legs, allowing them to drop to his hips. Gripping my wrists, he pulls me up until my chest is flush with his own. He guides my arms up to wrap around his neck before lifting me from the desk, my legs encircling his waist while he’s still seated inside me.

Mav walks us over to the mirrored glass, pressing my back against it while he continues to fuck me midair in his arms.

I glance to the side, peering down at the crowd below as I’m catapulted closer to my orgasm with each punishing thrust.

“Tell me you missed me.” His words come out strained. Turning my head back toward him, he presses his forehead to mine, leveling me with his fierce jade irises. “Tell me you think about me like I think about you. Tell me this feels like coming home.”

Unable to lie to him while we’re moving as one, my heart betrays my mind, spilling my secrets. “You’re all I think about, you fucking asshole.” My nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as his pace quickens with my admission. “I wish you weren’t. I wish I was capable of hating you. Life would be easier that way.”

“I don’t want easy,” he growls. Gripping my hair, Mav rips my head to the side, his ragged breaths panting next to my ear. “I.” Thrust. “Want.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust.

He licks up my neck along my bishop tattoo and it’s all I need to send me soaring over the edge. I scream, clamping down on him as I experience the most earth-shattering orgasm with Mav falling not far behind me.

We stand there, wrapped up in each other, a sweaty heaving mess pressed against the glass. I can feel his heart beating in time with my own, and for a moment I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. He’s still holding me in his arms, and I suddenly realize this can’t be comfortable for him.

“Mav,” I finally force myself to speak. “You can put me down.”

He scoffs, his face buried in the crook of my neck. “Not a fucking chance.”

CHAPTER 41

MAV

It’s eight in the morning and I still haven’t slept. I’m too scared to close my eyes out of fear she won’t be here when I open them. She looks so beautiful sleeping naked in my bed… our bed, with her hair fanned out across my pillow. Her presence restores a sense of balance to the apartment, a peace I haven’t known in years.

When Nicky called me to let me know the girls were going to Lounge for Daph’s bachelorette party, I all but jumped at the chance to keep eyes on them. I was planning on watching her, hoping for the opportunity to be on the receiving end of some of that sharp tongue wit. But holy shit, nothing prepared me for what awaited.

After that mind bending fuck session in my office, there was no way I was letting her go. I brought her here. Home, where she belongs. Where we made love for hours until she passed out, leaving me to seriously contemplate chaining her to the fucking bed so she can never leave me.

I’ve been staring at her for what feels like hours, internally waging war between the desire to run my hands all over her body and the fear of shattering this perfect moment. The need to touch her finally wins out and I reach forward, lightly brushing my knuckles along her cheekbone before dragging them down the length of her back. Her lashes flutter, eyes peeking open as she squints against the morning light streaming in from behind me.

She groans, though a grin slides across her face as she stretches out before pulling the pillow tighter against her face.

“Mmph,” she playfully pouts, squeezing her eyes shut. “Five more minutes.”

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