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One of his hands moved up into the back of my hair and cupped my head, holding me in place in case I suddenly felt the urge to pull away. How little he knew me if he thought there was a possibility of that happening.

“No sorries,” he said gruffly. “You’re so fucking strong, and you never let it out. Let it out now. Let it out with me.”

I stepped even closer, pressing my chest and stomach against his. My cock was already hardening from being this close to him, so I held my hips back to keep from embarrassing us both.

There had been moments during our time together I’d wondered if there could possibly be an attraction from his side, if maybe he was as interested in me as I was in him. But then I’d talked myself out of it. Even if he was willing, I wasn’t able.

I was his boss, for god’s sake. And not just his boss… I was the boss. The one whose reputation had to be above reproach. The man who couldn’t afford to be caught lusting after his personal aide.

I started to straighten up, to step back, but then I felt him shift.

And felt his own hard cock brush against mine.

CHAPTER NINE

KENAN

Garner Ashley was dominant in almost every aspect of his life. He was a strong, confident leader; an intelligent, capable attorney; a controlling, care-taking older brother; and a commanding president.

But in my fantasies, he was never dominant with me.

Now, here, when I’d finally gotten him in my arms, I could tell he was already unsure of himself. If I knew him well, and I was sure I did, he was beginning to panic.

And this time, it wasn’t about the failed coup.

“Take a breath,” I said firmly.

He tried pulling away, but I held strong.

“Stop thinking,” I growled, annoyed at how predictable he was.

“I… I need to… we shouldn’t…” He struggled again, so I let him pull back, but I kept my hands on his hips so he couldn’t go far.

“Talk to me,” I urged in a low voice.

“I’ve put you in an unthinkable position. I’m sorry.”

I met his eyes, verdant green and deep as the Mariana Trench. “Do I look like I’m somewhere I don’t want to be? Do I look like a man who can’t extricate himself from an unwanted embrace?”

His cheeks were flagged with pomegranate red. “Commander…”

“Kenan.”

“K-Kenan…” His eyes flicked back and forth between mine while he tried to work out what to say. I pulled one hand off his hip to cup his cheek. My thumb ran across his evening stubble.

I debated whether or not he was ready to hear it. Ultimately, I realized the answer was no. He was definitely not ready to hear it. But his need for release and connection was too strong to ignore.

“I want you,” I said. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anything before. But it’s not about me. I think you need to get out of your head for a while. Stop fucking thinking and just let yourself feel.”

As I spoke, his eyes grew wider. “What are you saying?”

I stepped closer and brushed the front of my pants against his. The heat from his erection pressed against mine despite the multiple layers of fabric separating the two. “I’m saying I want you to suck my cock.”

My own words surprised me. I’d planned to suggest he lie back and let me pleasure him, let me tease and torture him until all he could think about in this room tens of thousands of feet above the earth was the moment I would finally relent and let him come.

But as soon as the words were out, and I saw them ignite something deep in his eyes, I knew my subconscious had somehow known exactly what he needed.

I lowered my voice and leaned in to brush my lips against his ear. “Your lips stretched wide around my cock. Saliva dripping down your chin. Your hands shaking as you fight against the urge to take yourself in hand. That’s what I want.”

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