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"Are those my flowers?" I point to a long, thin table behind him against the wall. He doesn't look to where I motion to.

"They are." I can't help but smile.

"I always kind of hoped you took some of them that I brought in and put in vases."

"I always bring them to my office." I love these little glimpses he’s allowing me of himself. I truly believe I may be the only one that he allows to see them.

“I really don’t know what to do with you, Warren.” I lean back, using my hands to support me.

“You can do anything you like.”

Chapter Eighteen

WARREN

“Whatever I’d like.” Tova repeats the words I just said to her with a mischievous, sexy smirk on her face. How is she both innocent and a temptress at the same time? I hadn’t meant it to be dirty, but the second I said it, I realized it was.

“Or I could do anything you like.” I let my fingers trail up her silky smooth legs. Tova’s skin is so delicate. I worry I could bruise her. I need to remember to be careful with my touch.

“Hey now!” She places her hands over mine, halting their progress. “It was I who got to do what I liked.” I swallow.

My dick has been hard for hours. It was the reason I’d made myself get out of bed. Tova was sleeping on top of me, rubbing her pussy against me. It was either fuck her or get the hell away from her.

The only time it had gone down was when I was helping her mother pack up her things, and that was because the woman hates me. She was trying to fake it, but if she could, she’d slit my throat. I don’t blame her. I’d slit someone’s throat too if they took Tova from me.

“What is it that you want to do?” My voice comes out gruffer than normal. Tova licks her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to the hard outline of my cock pressing against my slacks.

"This is new to me. Do you care if I explore?" Do I care? Fuck yes, I do. I have only been on the other end of torture once. I hadn't broken, but I know my little mouse could break me easily. She wouldn't even be trying.

I lean back in my chair, putting my hands on the armrests. Tova licks her lips again, scooting to the end of the desk. Her hand comes out to undo the buttons of my shirt. When she gets it free, her fingers trace the tattoo I’d gotten when I was a teen on my left pec. I never had a vice for women, drugs, or alcohol, but tattoos could curve an edge for me.

I reach out and pull Tova off the desk and onto my lap to straddle me. She lets out a small laugh. I want to claim her mouth and sink my fingers into her hair, but I force myself to put my hands back on the armrests so she can explore as she desires. I’m just fucking happy she wants to. That she’s choosing to do this with a clear mind. That she desires me in the way I do her.

Tova leans forward, placing a kiss on my neck. "I love when you kiss me here." She places another.

"It feels good." More than good.

"I liked it when you kissed me in other places."

"All you have to do is ask."

"Tempting." Another kiss. I close my eyes, wanting to soak this in. "But I want to explore my husband." A groan leaves me.

"Maybe you shouldn't talk." I grip the armrests tighter. Tova lifts her head, her brows furrowing together.

"You're not trying to be rude, are you?"

"No, never to you."

"You know, that sounds mean. Telling me not to talk."

"Tova, I'm seconds away from pinning you to my desk and fucking the shit out of you." The brightest smile breaks outacross her face. It warms a cold place deep inside of me. So deep that I know only she could ever find it. So I keep going. “You have no idea how badly I want you.” I reach up to cup her cheek, my thumb drifting across her bottom lip. Tova kisses it.

“I want you too.”

I drop my head back. “And when you say things like that, my mind tells me I can take you, then.”

“You did take me.” Tova holds up her hand to show the gold band. My permanent mark on her for everyone to know she is taken. That she is bonded to me and only me for eternity.