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I frown, trying to understand. “What do you mean, ‘what-if look’?”

Hannah’s eyes soften, and she steps closer, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “What if I had chosen him? What if I had gone to Cambridge? She can’t be happy for me, not even if her life depended on it. Have you seen how she spoke to us?”

I replay the evening in my mind, the subtle glances and the slightly strained tone in Elise’s voice when she addressed us. “I’m sure it’s just Elise being Elise,” I say, though my certainty wavers.

Hannah sighs, her frustration evident. “You’re too kind, Johan. You always have been. But trust me, I know my sister. She’s not over you, and seeing you with me is driving her nuts.”

I look into Hannah’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and concern there. The room feels smaller, more intimate, as if we are in our own world, away from the family dynamics playing out justbeyond the door. The realization of Elise’s lingering feelings hits me, adding a new layer of complexity to the evening.

“Well, she’ll have to get used to it,” I say, taking Hannah’s hand. “Because I’m here now, with you.”

Hannah smiles, squeezing my hand. “Just be careful with her.”

I gently adjust a lock of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her soft skin. “I will.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and in an instant, she closes the distance between us. Our lips meet again, this time with a sense of urgency. Her hands slide up my chest, and I feel the warmth of her touch through the fabric of my shirt. I respond, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.

She leans into me, pressing her body against mine, and I can feel the rapid beat of her heart mirroring my own. Our kisses grow deeper, more fervent, as we lose ourselves in the moment. My hands travel up her back, tracing the curve of her spine, while she tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me even closer.

We move together, finding a rhythm in our movements, our breaths coming in short, heated bursts that echo in the quiet room. Hannah's lips trail down my jawline, each kiss sending shivers through me like ripples in water. I tilt my head back slightly, giving her more access as she nips gently at my neck, her touch both electrifying and tender.

“Hannah, not here,” I finally manage to say, pulling away reluctantly. “The last thing we need is to be caught here again.”

“The room is locked, though.” Her voice is a soft murmur, filled with desire, as she pushes me gently towards the desk. I stumble back a step, finding myself leaning against the solid wood, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

“What if they start wondering where we are?” I try to bring some much-needed rational sense into this, though my voicewavers with the conflict of wanting her and knowing the risks. Hannah’s warm body pressed against mine makes it even harder to think clearly.

“Just five more minutes,” she whispers against my ear, her breath warm and inviting. The plea in her voice is impossible to resist, and for a moment, the world outside this room fades away, leaving just the two of us suspended in time.

Turning my face towards hers, I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger, kissing her hotly, “Five minutes, eh? Should I be offended? Surely, by now, you know I can last much...much longer than that.”

Hannah's cheeks flush a pretty shade of red, and there’s a knowing look in her eyes as her hands travel down my chest. “Of course. But I have an idea for something a little quicker.”

To my disbelief, Hannah sinks to the floor gracefully, her beautiful gown pooling around her as she does so. My mouth hangs open in excited shock as she reaches for my belt, unbuckling it with her nimble fingers before making quick work of the fly of my pants. The mere thought of what she's about to do threatens to make my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“At this point, I'm convinced the danger of getting caught turns you on,” I tease, looking down to watch as she slowly frees me from the confines of my boxer briefs.

Her mouth touches my bare skin, just a gentle whisper of a kiss as she nips and licks the skin just above where her hand is holding the base of my thick shaft. “Clever man. Maybe you can use that to your advantage in the future. For now, just let me work.”

I should argue. I want to argue.

But when the tip of my cock brushes against her plush lower lip, all my resistance melts away. Her tongue swipes across my slit, tasting me for just a moment before she begins to lean forward. And though I know what’s coming, the moment I feelthe wet heat of her mouth engulfing my swollen head, there’s a hitch in my breath, a fluttering in my chest, and the dam bursts.

Hot blood pounds in my ears, my breaths come in harsh pants, and, oh God, she’s still staring up at me, her lashes low over her eyes, the top of her dress gaping open now to reveal bare flesh, the low candlelight flickering shadows across the tops of her breasts.

This feels so wrong and right at the same time.

Hannah puts both hands on my ass, squeezing firmly as she forces herself down my length, my very vocal appreciation of what she's doing coming out as garbled words of gratitude. With one hand on the edge of the desk and the other fisted in her hair, I hold on for dear life and give in to every feeling surging through my body.

She knows exactly how to suck me, to use her hands, her mouth, her tongue, how much pressure, and when to pull away. She's relentless, and I watch for a while before forcing myself to close my eyes. We don't have long, and this is already almost too much. I don't want to blow it too soon—I want her to feel everything I'm feeling.

But Hannah refuses to let me fall behind.

As she draws me in even deeper, until I feel the head of my cock nudge her throat, she brings one hand around to my base, gripping and pumping just enough that I know she wants me to take over. Giving up the last of my protest, I tighten my fingers in her hair and thrust into her grasp.

I groan from the pleasure and the effort to keep silent, swallowing over and over as I concentrate on holding out as long as I can.

“Not going to last if you keep doing that,” I warn her, fisting her hair more firmly. Hannah redoubles her efforts, letting me know that she has no intention of dragging this out. She wants me to come for her, fast. The wet sound of her mouth and thewicked gleam in her eyes just make it harder to hold out against her.

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