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She jumped as I pressed hard enough for her to really feel it while I fucked her cunt with my tongue.

Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths as her hands cupped her covered breasts, then gracefully slid down her body.

Surprisingly, she made the bold move of running her fingers through my hair before she gripped it, pulling me toward her, urging my tongue deeper inside her while her hips started rocking, begging for more friction.

The mental image of her riding my face made my cock painfully hard. It didn’t matter. It was worth it just to hear the little moans she couldn’t contain behind her lips.

Her thighs closed around my ears as a shiver racked over her body. Her fingers in my hair tightened, and her core clenched around my tongue. “Oh, God. Oh, yes, please. Oh! Oh! Do that again.”

Selfishly, I wanted to ruin her for any other man. When she touched her pretty pussy after whoever she married left her unsatisfied, I wanted her to think of me and know that no matter where I was, I owned her.

My thumbs applied more pressure on her ass and clit while moving in slow circles.

And that was all she needed.

Her back bowed off the desk, while her sharp heels dug into my back.

She came undone in my arms.

It had been so long since I was with a woman who got so wet so easily. I was sorely tempted to flip her tiny body over and fuck her right here on this table just to see if I could get her to squirt for me.

But I already knew I had crossed an impossible line.

Fucking her would be one step too far.

I licked her through her orgasm, not stopping until her thighs released my head.

Standing to my full height, I peered down at her.

Charlotte Manwarring, the princess, was laid out on a table, her skirt up around her waist, exposing everything. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks red.

She looked ruined, and it was beautiful.

I couldn’t help myself as I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers.

Her kiss was sweet. She melted against my mouth, opening for me.

“Fuck, princess,” I said, after reluctantly breaking the kiss.

I was about to lean in and press my lips to hers again when her eyes flew open.

Then her hand slammed across my face.

CHAPTER 7

CHARLOTTE

Ineeded to get out of here. Now.

After pushing Reid off of me, I stepped out of my shoes long enough to push my skirt back down where it belonged. Hiding behind my hair, I marched straight to the door, trying not to lick my lips to taste the combination of his lips and my shame.

I needed to run somewhere where I could be safe, where I could stop and think and figure out what had happened and process everything.

How could I have let him do that?

I didn’t even tell him no.

I didn’t even try to stop him.

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