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Grasping her hips, I urge her forward, letting her slit settle over my bare cock. “That’s right,” I manage despite the heat rushing through me.

She’s quick to pick up on what I want, sliding over my length. Her breath hitches every time the ridge hits her clit.

I’m struck by the sheer beauty of her as she increases the pace. Her teeth are on her bottom lip, torturing the flesh then losing her stride. She’s gone too far, and when she slides back, the head of my cock slips up at the notch in her body. She stops, her body tense, her gaze stuck on mine as her pussy tightens around the sensitive tip.

The echo in my head says to stop, but my hips push forward on their own. I press her hips down and squeeze my cock into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. Anticipation coils inside me and a second later, she whimpers as I fill her.

She braces a hand on my shoulder, lips parted as her breath rushes in and out. Her inner muscles are adjusting around me,and I clench my jaw, fighting to keep the incredible pressure from taking me.

The instinct to move—to fuck, nearly overwhelms me. I put two fingers between us, moving over her swollen folds, helping her along. Her body shudders with each stroke around her clit. I’m mesmerized by the sway of her breasts, needing more of her.

I start to work against her body, rocking slowly, gaining a few more inches. Cupping the back of her neck, I bring her forward, kissing her for the first time. I slide my cock nearly all the way out of her channel before burying myself inside her again.

A groan echoes in her throat as I press our bodies together, setting my fingers on either side of her clit. “Stay like this,” I murmur next to her lips.

She nods. “I’ll try.”

“You will,” I demand, capturing her gaze, holding it as I set the rhythm I want. I hold my place between her legs while tasting her skin and coming up to play with her nipple, keeping her on edge.

“Such a good girl.” At this point, she’s held out longer than I thought she would. With a determined brush over her clit, I slam my hips against her, running my tongue up her throat, chasing the cry coming from her lips.

Her inner muscles ripple, draining my cock. Bringing her chest to mine, I settle back in the chair, knowing she utterly destroyed me.

Chapter 17

Derrick

Twenty-four hours later, we’re still no closer to finding the issue than we were yesterday. Nicole keeps murmuringI don’t get it. I can see the frustration in every move she makes. I’m not sure how she’s going to be once we get through this.

“I’m taking a break,” I announce, pushing back from the table. I tilt my head, a loud pop coming from the base of my neck.

“Okay,” she replies absently.

“I think I’ll grab a hot shower, then we’ll see about lunch.”

“We could warm up dinner,” she suggests.

“Or we could warm up dinner,” I repeat, agreeing with her before I head to the bedroom to pull some clothes.

When we finally got to the dinner that was dropped off, it was cold. With rib eye being such a fatty steak, it didn’t make for an appetizing meal. So I put everything away and ordered burgers.

I’m running a towel over my hair, drying off after my shower, when my phone buzzes with a notification. I grit my teeth, letting the towel fall to my shoulders. There has to be some issue to deal with at the office. It’s to be expected when we get hit with a storm of this magnitude.

Reluctantly, I glance at my cell, catching the name right before the screen goes dark. Chase. He must have finished the background check on Nicole. Time stands still as I process the situation.

A lot has changed since I made the request. When I sent the email, I just knew someone was stealing from the company.Nicole seemed the most likely suspect. At least that’s what I thought at the time.

I pull the towel off my neck, absently running it over my chest. The phone sits there, seeming to grow bigger with each passing second.

The phone buzzes again, lighting up the screen. The notification shows Chase sent an email. An email…

The urge to pick up the phone is intense. Did he uncover something?

In hindsight, maybe she was on my mind for a totally different reason. Truth be told, I want to know more about her. While I’m not doing this in the traditional way, I know I’ll find answers here.

I scoff. What else could he be sending but a mundane report? Something to reinforce my belief that the sweet little innocent is a certifiable workaholic.

I wrap the towel around my waist then pick up my cell and press on the banner. The email opens to a familiar greeting.

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