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Holy shit.

"Have you ever done this before, Juliet?"

He already knows the answer, I practically blurted it out a second ago, but clearly, that wasn't enough. He wants me to say it, to admit it. I shake my head, trying not to rock up against him like a cat in heat. "You've kept me busy."

Phillip's chest shakes with a silent laugh. "I guess I have."

Exhaling shakily, I decide to address the probably-too-big penis in the room. "You're hard."

"Does that scare you, little virgin?" His voice has gone all rough and gravely, and I'm almost shaking when one of those big hands come forward to grip my waist, pulling me more securely against his body. Slowly, summoning all my courage, I slide my hands over his belly to rest on his broad shoulders. Wetness is spreading through my panties when a horrible thought suddenly occurs to me.

Phillip Lowell wants to sleep with me, and I'm wearing panties with smiling fruit printed all over them.

"Maybe we should, um, talk about this more?" Phillip's nose skims over my throat, and an involuntary whimper escapes my lips.

He chuckles, moving us backward until my back hits the window, trapping me against his body. "Talk?"

I nod, my head spinning, desperately trying to keep hold of some shred of normalcy when everything has gone upside down in under ten minutes. "Yeah. I mean, if you're sure that's something you want to do with me. Should we, um, have any rules about this?"

"Rules?" Phillip asks in surprise. It's like he's never heard the word before.

I feel my cheeks growing warm. "I don't know! I've never had sex before!"

"We don't need rules, Juliet." Slowly, like he's waiting for me to bolt, Phillip leans forward, his lips brushing over mine. "We'll do what feels good."

"What feels good?" But every thought is wiped from my mind as my boss's lips meet mine, kissing me. It's soft at first, tentative like we're getting used to the feeling of each other. He tastes so good, and I'm so consumed by this that I'm not worrying about whether I'm a terrible kisser or if I have coffee breath. I can't think at all. I'm operating on instinct alone, and every single cell in my body knows that Phillip wants me. He groans into my mouth as our kiss deepens, those big hands sliding up to cup my breasts through my shirt, thumbing my suddenly aching nipples roughly.

Without warning, I'm being turned away from the window. Still sealed together, Phillip walks us backward until the back of my legs meet the desk, and I slide back onto it, instinctively parting my thighs to make room for him to stand between them.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know the door to my office is open. I don't care. I've never felt this out of control, this outside my own body, and a bucket of ice water over both of us probably couldn't get me to stop. If anyone were to walk past, they'd see my huge, tattooed boss ripping my overalls off my shoulders and dropping to his knees, biting and sucking at my breasts like he's just as hungry for me as I am for him.

"Fuck, you're perfect." Phillip grinds out before sucking one of my nipples roughly between his teeth.

"Phillip." I moan, arching my back for more, and his groan of approval vibrates through both of us. I'm so wet there will probably be a damp spot on the desk beneath me, and I rock helplessly against my pants, desperate for more friction.

"That's right, say my name. Who's sucking on these perfect little tits?" Phillip growls, finally abandoning my aching breasts to sit back on his heels, hands moving to the overalls still bunched around my waist. I lift my hips, helping him strip them off. The moment they're tossed away across the office, Phillip's eyes are locked onto my panties. His eyes have gone so dark they look almost black. "You're so god damn cute." I look down, too, remembering again that I'm wearing the smiling fruit panties. Smiling fruit panties with a dark spot over my center from the wetness leaking freely from my entrance.

Later, I'll probably be embarrassed, but right now, I just want him to stop smirking and put his hands back on me. Phillip gets back to his feet and steals another fierce kiss, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. Pulling back, we both look down, watching as one of those big, tattooed hands slips between my thighs, gripping my pussy possessively through the damp cotton. "I changed my mind. There's going to be one rule."

"One?" I blink up at him, trying to pull myself together long enough to wrap my mind around what he's telling me.

Wordlessly, Phillip pulls my panties to the side, exposing the slick, swollen lips of my pussy to his hungry gaze. "One." He confirms, and I gasp, spreading my legs further as he draws a single finger from my opening up to my clit, circling it teasingly. "This is mine now, Juliet. Mine to eat, mine to fuck, mine to spank when you're being a mouthy little shit.Mine."

Later I'll wonder what he meant. Later I'll turn his words over in my mind over and over again, coming to a different conclusion each time.

Right now, it doesn't matter.

"Yours." I agree and cry out when Phillip rewards me by sinking a single thick finger into my aching core. "Oh my god-"

"No god here, baby girl. Just me." He adds a second finger, and we both hiss at the tightness of it.

I'm completely naked, my clothes scattered over the floor around us, and Phillip hasn't so much as unbuttoned his shirt. Why does that turn me on so much? Still, I want to see him, damn it. I want to touch the skin I've fantasized about for years. I want to make him feel just as good as he's making me feel. Fumbling with the hem of his shirt, Phillip thankfully takes pity on me and pulls his fingers out of my pussy long enough to tug it over his head and toss it away to join my clothes on the floor.

Thick muscles sprinkled with dark hair, faded tattoos, and a little scar from where he had his appendix removed two years ago. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen,and I get to touch him.

Not wasting another second, I run my hands over his bare skin, my heart leaping as he shudders beneath my touch.

He feels this too.

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