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Emmanuel stood, just as a gentle rapping sounded at his office door. “Come in,” he called as he rounded the desk.

In the time it took for Ivy to enter, close the door behind her, and take a few steps into the room, his jacket was already off.

“Hey, Manny.”

Did she realise how breathless she sounded? “Doc. It’s nice for you to drop by.”

“I brought you lunch,” she said, holding up the Fusion’s signature takeout thermal bag.

“That you did,” Manny answered as he blatantly ignored the bag while he scanned her form. Her coat hung open, exposing her dark pink silk blouse and pleated skirt, that stopped right above her knees. What was it about her wearing high boots that just did it for him? He stalked towards her, discarding his jacket on a nearby chair. Taking the bag and her purse, he laid them down absentmindedly. His mind was already on the next steps. Walking behind Ivy, he removed her coat while placing lingering kisses on her neck.

“Na-huh. I am here to make sure you eat.”

“Trust me, Doc. I’m going to eat.” He nipped her neck. Then he discarded her coat as well.

Ivy turned to face him. “Manny?—”

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he guided her in the right direction.

“Get on the desk.” A tap to her ass followed his command. She hesitated only for a moment before sauntering over to his desk. Emmanuel removed his tie, and he placed it in his pocket as he followed her.

Ivy sat on his desk. He wasn’t certain if she crossed her legs in an act of defiance. She smirked… as if daring him. It didn’t matter to him. They would not stay that way. He was more than up to the challenge.

“Opened or closed?” Emmanuel asked as he sat in his chair.

The cockiness displayed on her features morphed as her brow wrinkled and she squinted. “Huh?”

Inclining his head behind him, he clarified. “Do you want the windows to remain open, or do you want them closed?”

Personally, Manny couldn’t give a fuck. Not the way he was feeling. As far as he was concerned, he would fuck Ivy on top of a car, in front of city hall, in broad daylight. Since they were so high up and far away from other buildings of the same height, they were unlikely to be seen, but his wife sometimes had bouts of modesty.

“Closed!” Her eyes rounded as she answered with a little too much passion and sass.

“Doc…” Her eyebrows shot up at his sharp tone. It was rare that he took it with her. However, when he did, it meant that the Cock Killer was about to meet her match. “…ask nicely.”

Not only had she recognised that his switch had been flipped. She very much wanted to play along. Emmanuel watched enraptured as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. She braced her hands out beside her, batted her eyelashes at him, and uncrossed her legs. Her voice was soft as she asked, “Manny, can you please… close the blinds?”

Never breaking eye contact with her, he reached between her thighs to press the button that would obscure the city’s view. Her eyes left his, and she watched the view disappear. Manny laid his hands on her nylon-clad thighs. He felt a slight disappointment at not being able to feel her silky-smooth skin. His hand inched upward until he no longer felt the synthetic material–only her softness. She gasped as he squeezed her flesh.

“Spread your legs for me,” Emmanuel commanded.

Ivy inhaled sharply as he brushed his knuckle over her lace-covered lips. As he slowly glided along her plump folds the third time, the evidence of her arousal left trails on his knuckles. The temptation was too great to ignore. His tongue licked the sweet ambrosia. God, he needed inside her.

“Up, Doc,” Emmanuel growled, grasping the waistband of her panties.

Ivy was quick to comply. He could see the need in her eyes and he was right on the edge with her. Foreplay would have to wait, the way he needed to be inside his woman. It took no time to unbuckle his belt, unzip, and release himself.

The moment he freed his length, he pulled her to the edge of the desk, hooked a leg over his arm, and used the other hand to guide himself into her. There was no teasing as he pumped into her depths.

Aah.There was absolutely nothing like being at home in his woman.

Ivy moaned with every thrust. One of her hands circled his wrist and her nails dug deliciously into his flesh. He was hurtling towards his release, but she wasn’t there yet. No way would he allow that to happen. His thrust slowed, but that warning tingle was still present. So, he had to pull out of her warm walls.

Ivy greeted his action with protest. “Hey, where are you going?”

Not bothering to respond, Emmanuel tapped her glistening clit with his cock. The sound of his velvet steel meeting her pretty pearl reverberated in the room.

“Mhm,” she moaned.

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