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"We probably shouldn't. We've already been caught once."

"The door is locked." He sucks the skin right below my ear into his mouth as his hands trail up my calves; his fingers tantalizingly leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he pulls my dress up. "Unless there's another reason you don't want me to fuck you, I'm going to pull your thong to the side and bury myself inside of that tight pussy I never want to leave."

I was already turned on from straddling his lap, but those words take it to a new level. Too bad I'm greedy, and I want more. If he wants me, he's going to work for it. I push him back against his chair, and his eyes widen in surprise.

"There is one other reason. I know you don't like to be interrupted while you're in your office. What if office sex becomes my new addiction?"

A coy smile pulls at his lips as his hands squeeze my ass hard. "Then we should probably find out. Penciling in fucking my girl on my desk will definitely be mine." When he calls me my girl again, I'm done. His hands slip around to my thighs, where he grabs my dress and commands, "Lift." I do so without pause before he pulls my dress off over my head, leaving me fully exposed in nothing but my white lace thong. His dark eyes hungrily drag down my body before zeroing in on my breasts. "Still wearing my mark." His lips suction around one of my nipples, and he swirls his tongue around the hardened peak before giving it a nip. "Fucking perfect," he growls as he moves to the other.

"Mmm," I groan as he takes their weight in his hands and pushes them together. The way he nips and sucks my breasts is intoxicating. I love the feel of his beard against my skin, knowing it will leave my milky skin deliciously chafed with reminders of where he's been.

Releasing my nipple with a pop, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses up my chest. "Do I need to warm you up again?" His forefinger drags down my stomach, making me clench in anticipation for where it's about to travel. He teasingly plays with the band of my panties before ripping them off, the sting momentarily registering before his digits are running through my wet lips. "So damn wet… fuck," he draws out. "I don't know what I want to do first. Watch you bounce up and down on my dick in this chair or lay you out on this desk and eat that pretty pussy."

His fingers dip inside of me, causing my breath to hitch. I push back down on them and reach for the button on his pants. "I want to ride you," I say as I rock against his fingers and pull him out.

Those dark pools dilate as I pull him out and stroke his silky length. "Take me how you want me. It's yours."

"Mine?" I raise a brow in question.

"Yours," he agrees, his eyes holding mine, confirming the double meaning behind my ask. He's mine. I plant my feet on the floor and lift off his fingers before bringing his tip to my entrance. Even his head is thick. I can count on one hand the number of guys I've been with, but Everett is by far the biggest. Every time, it takes me a minute to adjust to his size. I grip his shoulders and slowly start to lower myself down. I get why men enjoy watching their cock disappear. It's hot as fuck watching my body stretch around him. When I look up, his eyes meet mine. "You're so beautiful." His words of praise have me taking another inch. "Do you want to know something?"

I lick my lips. "You know I do."

"This is one of my fantasies."

"I'm one of your fantasies?" I rise up and slowly lower myself back down.

"No, you're a dream come true. It's always been a fantasy to fuck in my office. Never in a million years did I think it would happen with my dream girl." Those words have me bottoming out. We both groan in unison. He is so damn deep. He's had me in a lot of positions, but this one is new. Crushing his lips to mine, he kisses me hard before slapping my ass. "Ride me, sunshine." When I go to push up, the position is too awkward. I can't ride him in the chair. I'm too short. Instead, I pull all the way off and he groans. "What are you doing?"

"I'm too short," I say as I lift my leg to turn around.

"I can lower the chair." I hear the chair's hydraulics as he pulls the lever, immediately accommodating my height.

"You're an ass, man, aren't you?" I ask as I back up to ride him reverse cowgirl style.

"I'm a you man," he answers as his hands find my hips. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he questions in jest as I align his cock with my entrance once more and slowly slide down his length. With my hands on the desk, I steady myself and spread my legs so I can watch him disappear inside of me once more. His cock glistens with my juices, and I clench hard at the sight. He might mark me with his teeth, but I know my scent will drive him crazy all day. In this new position, his tip hits my G-spot at a delicious new angle. I bottom out long and slow, letting it drag over the spot before riding him hard. He said this was a fantasy of his. You better believe I'm going to make it the best he's ever had and one he'll want to repeat. I start bouncing hard, and his hands dig into my hips. "Are you trying to make me come before you?" he grits. "Slow down, sunshine." But I can't. I'm already too far gone. His words, the sound of my arousal, all of it.

"I can't. It's too good. I'm coming," I pant as I chase my orgasm over the edge.

I'm suddenly on my back in one swift move as supplies tumble to the floor. Pulling me to the edge, he impales me on his cock as he wraps my legs around his neck. "Fuck," he hisses as my pussy contracts around him. "You're going to give me another one. I'm not done feeling you. I'll never be done." He starts pumping into me hard and fast, my tits bouncing as his balls slap against my pussy. I know he feels the second another orgasm starts to take root because his eyes lock onto mine. "That's it, sunshine, chase it, take what's yours. Milk me." This time when I fly high, he comes with me, a tremor racking his body as he falls on top of me.

We're a pile of sweat and sex as we lay there catching our breath. My hand instinctively curls into the hairs at the base of his neck, tenderly caressing him. I love him so damn much. I know I will never love anyone the way I love him, and I can't tell him. Those three words could ruin everything. His lips gently kiss my shoulder. "I might be yours, but you should know you're mine. I want to take you out tonight. Will you have dinner with me?"

"Out in public… me and you, like a date?"

He pulls back his eyes, finding mine. "Yeah, like a date."

"Okay," I squeak out. Maybe those three little words aren't as far off as they feel.

Chapter 23

Everett

Things with Cameron feel surreal. I don't understand how it's possible I've lived so long without ever feeling the way I do when I'm with her. If this is how Moira feels with Kipp, I can't fault her for leaving me. Not that I ever did, but I'm unsure how she ever walked away. How do you walk away when you find the person who makes your heart complete? Cameron is my person. I feel it in every fiber of my being. I feared falling for her because of who she is. We aren't supposed to make sense, she's my best friend's daughter and half my age, but nowhere in that fear did I consider my own heart, and maybe that's because I never knew what it was like to be wholeheartedly devoted to someone. If I lose her, I will now lose part of me.

It's why I haven't wanted to talk about things I know are eating her up inside. I haven't wanted to leave this bubble of happiness where everything is right in the world because she's in it and all mine. I know she wants answers. She wants to talk about us… fuck, even saying us does stupid things to my mixed-up heart. I'm so torn between honor, duty, and desire, I can barely think. I've considered that taking her out to dinner tonight is selfish. I've weighed calling it off or canceling for work-related business because I know exactly what kind of step this is. It's one that leads to titles and more than what we've been, all things that scare the shit out of me, but here I am, waiting at the bottom of the staircase, watching her walk down, knowing this soul-deep ache for her will never subside because she is my everything. My world stops and ends with her.

Her cheeks flush my favorite shade of pink when she gets to the bottom and realizes I'm still staring. "How do I look?"

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