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She blushes.

“This wet little cunt was desperate to be touched, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she pants.

I hover my mouth over hers, our breath mingling in hot, desperate pants. “Did licking the taste of your pussy juice off my fingers make you gush?”

She moans and clamps down on my hand. Her eyes flare wide, locking on to my gaze, as she rockets to what looks like an unexpected climax.

“Mack?”

“Fuck yes,” I growl. “Does that feel good? Ride my hand, baby. Come for me.”

She clutches at my shoulders, bowing forward, her whole body transformed by the orgasm still racking her frame.

My hand slips from her fluttering cunt and I unzip roughly, needing her slick on my cock. I wrap my hand around my erection and start stroking in tight, hard jerks of my hand.

Her arms twine around my neck and she presses her still-twitching body against mine, her legs wrapping around my hips.

My knuckles stroke up and down her pussy as I jerk myself, and her breath catches when I rub her clit.

She whispers my name, theMistera siren song I can’t resist, and I slow my strokes, still using my cock but now focusing on her responsive little hitching noises.

“Can you come again?” My voice sounds feral, demanding. Not a question. A command. I double down. “Come for me, little one. Come on my cock.”

“Need you inside me again,” she whines. It’s not possible, she can’t take me yet, but I give her the tip, anyway.

I tease my cock against her entrance and I work her clit with my thumb. She clings to me, humping the flared crown of my erection, and I find the right rhythm on her clit that makes her hips move faster, faster, faster, until she’s shattering in my armsfor a second time and my cock drives forward, wedging just inside her hungry little pussy.

“Mack,” she gasps as my balls pull tight, releasing the first pulse of cum into her virgin cunt.

I wrench myself free and paint her thighs with the rest of my release, creamy stripes lashing up onto her belly, her blonde curls, and dripping down onto her clit again.

She collapses back onto my desk and presses her hand between her legs, covering the tender flesh I’ve just defiled.

I drop back into my chair, shocked by what I’ve done.

“That was wonderful, Mr. Emerson,” she whispers.

And I know that no matter how hard I resist, we’ll do it again. If I let my inner beast free again, I’m going to ruin this girl more than I already have.

I have learned over the last two decades that my business instincts are never wrong.

I was right before, and now there’s only one option: I have to break her heart.

Chapter 9

Isabelle

Three monthslater

At first,I missed Mack so much it felt like I couldn’t go on. I started my second week in my new job taking a sick day after I got his email informing me that his travel plans were set, and he couldn’t change them as much as he would want to.

I will miss working closelywith you, Isabelle, more than you can know. I am available around the clock via email as you need me.

But I don’t needhim by email. I need him in person, I need him naked, I need him on top of me, beneath me, behind me.

It was my first break up, and it was painfully secret—not that I had any friends to tell about the boss who dumped me. But there are people in the office who are nice, who noticed that I was sad when I returned.

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