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My voice is gone, constricted in my throat. My body is frozen in a perfect arc, disconnected from everything but the sensations he’s orchestrating. I can’t feel the table beneath my legs or his body. All I feel is him, hitting that spot inside me, my clit spasming as my orgasm pours out.

I scream his name at the top of my voice, and in turn Richard moans my name, the desperation in his voice fueling my fight against the pull of subspace.

“Fucking hell,” Richard growls thrusting even harder. His curses are reduced to inarticulate groans and primal grunts. His arms wind around me so tight, as if he fears someone might snatch me away. My heart aches because no one has ever held me like this. Even when his cock reaches the deepest point in me, hitting places my mind knows nothing about, I’m still there with him.

His growls become more intense, and his thrusts become more urgent. “Milk me dry, sweetheart,” he demands.

I clench around him, feeling the surge of pleasure building within me. “Richard,” I gasp.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his breath hot against my ear. “Squeeze me.”

His words send me over the edge, and I feel my orgasm crashing through me.

I feel him spill into me, the warmth spreading through my core. His arms hold me close, refusing to let go as if he’s savoring the moment. I revel in the aftershocks, feeling intimately connected to him in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

“Jesus, you’re incredible,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck.

I’m floating in a post-climax haze, barely feeling Richard slipping out of me. Our combined juices spill down my thighs, but I’m too lost to notice. I can’t register anything happening around me. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal, and my lashes flutter open.

Richard steadies me, pulling me into a sitting position on the table. I instinctively pull my top down, but he interrupts. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve got a few questions.”

I’m naked, and he’s acting like this is just another day at the office.

The audacity.

“Do you usually conduct interviews with your subjects in such... compromising positions?”

“This is a first, I’ll give you that,” he replies.

His fingers trace patterns on my bare skin, a tangible reminder of the taboo encounter we’ve just shared.

“Glad I could be the highlight of your career,” I say with a sarcastic grin.

“How long have you known Liam?” he asks, changing the subject.

“A couple of months,” I reply. “Met him while working on a project together. But you already know that, considering your knack for invading my privacy.”

“Occupational hazard.”

“More like a personal hobby,” I retort.

He leans in, closing the distance between us. “Are you sure you didn’t know him from your high school days?” he probes further.

“No,” I reply. “I didn’t cross paths with Liam in high school. I wasn’t into befriending every Tom, Dick, and Liam.”

Richard raises an eyebrow. “So, no secret high school fling or a past you conveniently forgot?”

“My past isn’t some soap opera plot, Richard,” I scoff.

“What if I told you that you’re not just denying your past but also the fact that you were engaged to Liam?”

My eyes widen in genuine shock. “Engaged? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Chapter 27

RICHARD

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