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It’s not slow.

It’s not gentle.

It’s a claiming, a declaration.

She gasps softly, the sound mingling with the sudden rush of our shared breath, but then her hands find their way to my shirt, gripping it with a fervor that pulls me deeper into the kiss.

Her mouth is warm, impossibly soft, flavored with coffee and an essence that is purely, unmistakably Kenzie.

I press her back against the door, feeling the heat of her body against mine, the way she molds to me as if she was always meant to be there.

My hands roam over her body. I feel her writhe against me, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging lightly as our kiss deepens. I groan softly against her lips, pressing her more firmly against the door.

My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against me.

Kenzie breaks the kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes are dark, pupils dilated with desire.

"We shouldn't," she whispers, but her body betrays her words as she arches into me

"Tell me to stop," I murmur, trailing kisses along her jaw. "Tell me you don't want this.”

She whimpers, tilting her head to give me better access to her neck. "I can't," she admits breathlessly

I smirk against her skin, nipping lightly at her pulse point. "Then don't fight it, sweetheart.”

Her resolve crumbles.

I slip my fingers into her pants, my fingers dipping below the soft, wet fabric of her panties.

I feel how ready she is for me, and I tease her, swirling my finger right over the nub of her pleasure.

“Holy shit” she breathes, arching her back, gripping my shoulders.

I kiss her again, my tongue tangling with hers. Her breasts are crushed against my chest, her thighs rubbing against my leg.

I could bend her over the desk, take her right here, I realize. But as I look down at her, surrendering to her pleasure, I know that I want to be unselfish with her. I want this to be just about her.

“Braden, I’m so close,” she gasps out, her voice breathy.

“Then let’s get you there,” I whisper to her, increasing the movements of my fingers.

Her knees cave under her as her orgasm starts to build. She holds herself up from the desk with a shaking hand as I crest her over wave after wave of pleasure.

I press a hand over her mouth to cover the sounds of her release. She moans in my hand as I feel her gush all over my fingers.

My cock throbs in response. But I keep that to myself.

I kiss her again before leaving.

“See you Kenz,” I smile, opening the door and shutting it behind me without so much as another glance.

As I walk down the hallway, I realize with a little jolt, that I don’t feel restless for the first time in months.

CHAPTER NINE

Kenzie

What in theworld just happened?

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