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“You’re hot, though, too. Aren’t you? You like watching me do dirty things to you. Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me what you want next. Be dirty…very dirty, my pet.”

Closing my eyes, I said, “I want you to fuck me, sir. With your cock.”

He nudged me. “Like this?”

I nodded.

“Why? You aren’t touching your clit. Don’t stroke yourself unless I say.” He slid his free hand low to stroke my swollen, aching clitoris. “Oh, you’re so swollen, baby. Are you sure you don’t want me to find another way to fuck you?”

“No!”

He chuckled andfinallystopped toying with me. “Press your thighs together…like that. Tight. And keep spreading yourself open. Now tell me you want my cock inside your ass.”

“Please, sir…” I nearly sobbed. “I want your cock in my ass. Please, please,please…”

And then he was pushing into me.

I whimpered, my fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks. My clit pulsed, and I squeezed my thighs.

“That’s it,” James murmured, pulling out slowly, only to surge back in, deeper, harder, faster.

I tightened my thighs as much as possible and felt the hot jolt of pleasure.

Instinctively, I let go of my buttocks and slammed my hands down on the cushion. James followed me down, grabbing my wrists and yanking them overhead. I screamed, the line between pleasure and pain shattering at the full, deep penetration. The weight of him pinned me down. I didn’t care. He found my clit, strumming it with such skill it was like I’d been tuned to respond to this. For him.

I came again.

This time, he was right behind me, his cock swelling inside me until I wasn’t sure I could take it.

And I didn’t care because the pleasure threw me so high, I wasn’t sure I’d ever come down.

Fifty-Two

Maximus

“You’re smiling.”Miranda cocked her head at me.

I reclined in my office chair, pausing from the notes I was reading.

“Am I?”

She removed her glasses and studied me. “You were definitely smiling. Not so much now. But you have been, almost all morning.” She frowned. “It’s not natural. Especially for you.”

Her droll commentary made me laugh.

“Okay, now I’m scared. Smilingandlaughing.” She made the sign of the cross. But she was grinning. “This woman you’re seeing…she’s good for you.”

“She sure is.” My eyes darted up and to the right. The thought of Tina had me smiling yet again.

Miranda inclined her head, her smile softening. “I remember a time when you would have turned into Mr. Ice if someone so much as suggested an interest in your personal life. Even if it was just friendly concern, say, from your devoted personal assistant who has become fond of you and worries, you’ll work yourself into an early grave.”

“Thank you, Miranda.” There was a time I would’ve suspected my assistant of trying to butter me up, either for a raise, or some other ulterior motive. However, something about being with Tina reminded me not who Ihadbeen, but who Icouldhave been. Maybe I could still be that man.

Miranda nodded. “I need these signed. Immediately.”

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