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Her lips parted, a breathy protest halfway out of her throat, but I didn’t let her finish.

I kissed her like it was a punishment and a warning. Like a man who’d burn down the world to protect the woman in his arms.

She gasped, and I grinned against her mouth. “You want to argue, baby? Be my fucking guest. But I’ll shut that mouth every time.”

“Beck.”

Hearing my real name on her lips always sent a surge of pleasure through me, but this time, it flipped a switch in me. It did something dark and primal, making every possessive instinct I had light up at once.

“Bend over the desk,” I growled.

Lindsay’s breath caught, and her eyes widened. “You’re not serious.”

I cocked a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking, baby?”

She hesitated for half a second. That was all I gave her.

In one smooth motion, I spun her around and bent her over the desk, her palms catching her weight as I nudged her legs apart with my knee. I yanked down her leggings and panties, baring her to me, and groaned at the sight of her pale, juicy globes.

“You gonna argue with me?” I growled, dragging my hand slowly down the curve of her spine. “Mouth off?”

I punctuated my question with my palm landing on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room. She gasped, hips jerking.

“Then you take your punishment like a good girl.”

Another slap, harder this time, right on the sweet spot that had her grinding her thighs together.

“You like this,” I muttered darkly. “Getting put in your place. Bent over my desk with your little ass pink and your pussy soaking wet.”

She whimpered but didn’t deny it.

I smoothed a hand over her skin before giving her another hard swat, just enough to make her cry out. Then I gripped her hips and slid my fingers between her thighs.

“Still so wet,” I murmured. “You gonna behave for me now, baby?”

“I wasn’t?—”

“Try again,” I growled, standing her up and spinning her around to face me.

Her eyes flared, and her voice was breathless. “Beck.”

I’d had enough. If I didn’t get inside her, I was gonna lose my fucking mind.

“Take off your clothes,” I demanded.

When she hesitated, I scowled dark enough to cause wariness to drift into her green orbs. But she was also trembling with desire and softly panting with need.

“Now,” I said through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll rip them off.”

Lindsay stood and peeled her shirt over her head, then kicked her leggings and underwear the rest of the way off.

I yanked her into me for a deep kiss. Sliding my hands low, I gripped her tender ass and lifted her onto my desk in one quick motion. Then I dragged her forward so she was flush against me, the desk biting into her thighs.

“Such a dirty girl,” I rasped, palming her soaked pussy. “You like fighting with me? Get you all worked up, baby?”

“You’re insane,” she breathed, rocking into my hand.

“Maybe. But you’re gonna be walking funny either way.” I shoved two fingers inside her and groaned at how tight she still was. “This sweet little pussy was made to be bred.”

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