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Mel peelsoff her coat and lets it slide down her arms to the floor, leaving her standing before me in her uniform. This woman somehow manages to make navy scrubs look like the sexiest clothing on the planet.

She bites her lip and flutters her eyelashes, playing coy. But I know exactly why she came to my office this afternoon, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I’m harder than iron just thinking about her reason for being here.

“Come here,” I command.

She takes two steps, her hips swaying seductively.

I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. Crawl to me.”

She stops in her tracks and narrows her eyes, no doubt wondering if I’m playing. I’m not.

“Crawl to me, corazón. Show me how much you’re going to miss me.”

She pauses for a few more beats, but then she sinks to her knees, and my cock jumps in my pants. Her eyes never leave mine as she crawls to me, her hips and ass swaying like a pendulum—hypnotizing and alluring. I have never seenanything sexier in my entire goddamn life. She stops in front of me, and I grab her jaw, pulling her up so she’s kneeling at my feet. A growl of appreciation rumbles out of my throat. “That’s my good girl.”

She licks her plump bottom lip, silently begging me to do the same. “What now, sir?”

Using my free hand, I free my cock from my pants and squeeze the base of my shaft. Sweet relief rolls through me, and I groan. “Seeing as you’re already on your knees…”

She slides her hands up my thighs, squeezing my tense muscles as she dips her head and licks the crown of my cock, cleaning the precum already beading there. Her moan is full of longing, and it makes me desperate to fuck her throat. Her hair falls in dark waves over her face, and I gather it in my fist at the nape of her neck. I don’t want to miss a second of this particular show.

She trails her tongue up the length of my shaft, and my cock pulses, jerking at the sensation of her hot mouth on me. I run the pad of my thumb over her cheek, waiting for her to take all of me. I have limited patience when it comes to her and her body, but this is the last time I’ll touch her for three whole days, so I want to savor every fucking second of it.

She teases me a little more, kissing my weeping slit before her tongue dances over my aching length. I growl in frustration, but it doesn’t make her hurry, and I love that. She seems to know what I need without me ever asking. Our bodies are finely tuned to one another’s, as though we’ve been doing this dance a lot longer than a few months.

When I’m on the edge of losing control and seconds away from driving my cock into her pretty throat, she wraps her lips around me and takes me inside her mouth, sucking greedily like she’s as desperate to taste me as I am to be tasted. I tighten my grip in her hair, rocking my hips so I hit the back of her throathard enough that tears leak from the corners of her eyes. I wipe them away and watch her suck harder and faster. Her needy little moans are muffled by my cock as she brings me close to the edge of ecstasy. My cock pulses in her mouth, so close to spilling my load down her throat.

“You take my cock so fucking well, corazón.” My eyes roll back in my head as I get closer to the release she seems intent on denying me. Every time I get close, she eases off, pulling back and sweeping her tongue over me before I drive back inside her again. My frustrated grunts echo off the walls of my office. I’ve never allowed a woman to tease me the way that she does, but for some reason, I revel in the fight for control that we engage in during moments like these. Maybe because I like taking it back from her when she thinks she’s won. The knowledge that I can take it at any time makes me feel invincible. It might be the hottest feeling in the whole fucking world.

Pushing her head forward, I force her to accept every inch of me. More tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she draws a deep breath through her nose and swallows, gripping the tip of my cock in her throat and wrenching an earth-shattering climax from me. I roar out her name and hold her head still while I empty myself inside her.

Spent, I let my hands fall from her face and hair. She sits back on her heels, wiping my cum and her spit from her chin before she looks up at me with a triumphant expression on her face.

“You get so feral when I have my mouth on you, sir. I have no idea how you’re going to cope without me the next few days.”

I take a few seconds to catch my breath. “I think you’re the one who gets feral, corazón. You’re the one still kneeling at my feet after sucking my cock like my good little whore.”

Her smile fades, and a look of hurt flashes in her eyes.

Tilting my head to the side, I study her beautiful face. “You still don’t like me using that word?”

“I… it’s…” Her slender throat thickens as she swallows, and her eyes glisten with fresh tears. She shakes her head. “It’s not the word so much as…”

I take her hand and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me, and I brush her hair back from her face. “What is it?”

“Given how we started, I think it feels a little too close to the truth.” She tries to wriggle from my grip, but I band an arm around her waist and hold her tighter.

“How we came to be…” I run my nose over her jawline and inhale her feminine scent as I slide my hand into her pants. “That was business. A mutually beneficial agreement for both parties.” My fingers brush the soft lace of her panties, and her breath hitches in her throat. “But this…” Tugging the fabric aside, I slide a finger along her slit and bite back a groan when I feel how wet she got sucking me off. I dip one finger inside her, and she arches into me. “This is personal, right?”

She sinks her teeth into her lip, but she doesn’t answer.

I drive deeper. “Isn’t it, Mel?”

“Y-yes,” she gasps.

“No matter how we came to be here, you are my wife, and regardless of what I call you, or how often I fuck you like a whore when we’re alone, outside of these walls, I will defend you and your honor with my dying breath. Do you understand me?”

She tips her head back, rolling her hips and grinding against my palm like she’s chasing more of what I’m deliberately holding back from her. I add a second finger, and she mewls, still avoiding my gaze.

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