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“More.”

She obeys, undoing two more. I brush her shirt open and off one shoulder, the bra coming into full view.

“You are stunning,” I confess, leaning forward to drag my tongue between her tits and up her neck, her back arching. “The absolute epitome of beauty.”

She grinds her hips against me, trying to guide me into her. I reach down, helping her, slowly dragging the tip of my cock up and down her slit until she’s tugging my belt, pulling me inside her.

“I’ve thought about this all day, about you.” She’s leaning back slightly, one hand flat on the desk behind her, the other flat against my chest, but my arms are basically what’s holding her up.

“Tell me more.”

“You have no idea.” I slide into her slowly. “I count down the minutes, every single Friday until I’m in your office.” My lips press against her collarbone. “I have dreamed of holding you like this.”

The confessions continue to pour out of me.

“You are everything,” I whisper as I slide farther in, “I could ever want.”

Her eyes won’t leave mine. I expected her to look away, to close her eyes the more I confessed, the more I bare my soul to her, but she remains focused on me. Like she’s hanging on every word I’m saying.

I pick her up from the desk, turning us around and sitting on the couch so that she’s straddling me. Her eyes light up, her hands sliding up my neck, into my hair as mine drift down to her hips.

“I’ve had this fantasy too.” I smile when I see the excitement register on her face. “At least a few hundred times.”

“Me too.” Her hands reach around to grab mine, pulling them from her body so she can pin them to the couch.

“Oh?” She flashes a mischievous grin.

“This is my fantasy,” she says.

So, I sit back, letting her take control of me.

It’s not long before she’s released my hands, her nails now digging into my side as she rides me. She falls slightly forward, her pace increasing. Her other hand is tugging my hair to the point of pain, but her climax is building.

“Oh yes,” she pants against my lips. I slip my hand between us, toying with her clit. “You make me feel…” Her sentences trail off, one after the other.

“You’re so…”

“I’ve wanted this for…”

I’m so close it’s a miracle I’ve held off, but I don’t have to much longer. I feel her walls clench, her pussy quivering against my cock.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” I pull her face away from my neck, her lips parted, one bra strap hanging down her shoulder. I swipe my thumb over her pert nipple, eliciting a moan from her. “Tell me,” I say, not sure what I’m asking her to express but wanting to hear it. To hear that she’s falling for me too.

“Ohhhh, I’m comiiiiiiing.” Her cries are loud, loud enough that if anyone else is outside her office or within twenty feet of her office, they’re going to hear her. But she either doesn’t remember where she’s at or doesn’t care because she doesn’t hold back.

She continues riding, grinding against my thumb as she twitches and convulses against me.

“Yes, baby.” The orgasm is intense. “Oh, Austin, yes.”

It’s kryptonite for me. Hearing her moan my name while I shoot my load inside her.

Motherfucking kryptonite.

We’re panting, our eyes locked, both of us still speechless from coming. She leans in close, her lips brushing over mine once, twice before she slips her tongue inside.

“Ohhh,” I moan when her pussy clenches against me again. But she doesn’t continue. She pulls back, cups my face, and says without absolute clarity, “I think I’m in love with you.”

CHAPTER 21

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