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An old, tired, wilted hag.

I laughed helplessly and blushed all at the same time.

He looked deliciously decadent.

My stomach tightened at the sight of him.

I shook my head and turned back to the closet, trying to remember why I came in here in the first place. I needed to shower and get ready for tomorrow. I had another meeting with the mayor and lunch with Vivi to go over the housing options for the Diamond House.

Distracted by my own thoughts, I felt his warm body pressed against my back. His hot minty breath against my neck.

I shivered, entirely lost to the husky timber of desire.

How did he do it?

How did he flick my switch every time?

I leaned back against his firm body with a sigh, knowing I lost the battle before it even started. Who was I kidding? All he had to do was grin at me and I would be instantly wet and ready for him.

His warm chuckle stirred the hair at the back of my neck and sent a tingle of desire coursing through my entire body.

Oh, I was completely at his mercy now and he knew it.

Damn the man.

“Hello, my love,” he murmured, leaning so close now that I could feel his lips brushing against my ear. I shivered as I dropped my hands from the rack of clothes and reached back to touch him.

He grasped my shoulders, spinning me around, pushing against the closet wall. My clothes cushioned my back. His hand closed on my chin and our eyes met in a heated passion before he kissed me, lips separating mine a split second before his tongue brushed mine. I could no longer keep my eyes open. My eyes slid shut as I moaned against his lips, reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.

“Fucking want you like air, baby,” he murmured against my lips.

“Yes,” I replied and groaned as his hands slid up under my blouse.

“You partial to this shirt, baby?” he asked a second later, gazing down at my heaving chest.

“Huh?” I muttered, confused.

He grinned wickedly.

I opened my mouth again, a second too late.

He ripped my shirt, popping the buttons from their place, splitting the blouse open so he had free and easy access to my breasts.

“Oh yes,” I gasped, as he leaned down and closed his lips over one nipple, tonguing the sensitive tip through the fabric of my bra.

He said nothing, as he brought his hands up to slide the straps of my bra down off my shoulders. Then he reached into my bra cup and scooped out my breasts, murmuring praise to them like they had done something good. I leaned back against my clothes as his mouth captured one naked nipple, laving the tip into a perfect, hard nub.

“Oh god,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his shoulders, loving the feeling of his erection pressed against my belly.

His hands drifted down to my ass as he suckled on one nipple and then the next. I lifted one leg, allowing him better access to my backside. I jerked against him as his fingers dug into my crack.

“Fuck, you’re ready. Aren’t you?” he growled against my throat, abandoning my breasts for a moment.

I shook my head feebly, at a loss for words as he worked his fingers more against me, digging into the fabric of my pants. He made another inarticulate sound against my skin before grabbing hold of my thighs and lifting me. I gasped and held on for dear life as he spun me around and then propped me up on the dresser in the closet.

Growling, he yanked at the button of my jeans, unfastening the buttons. Jerking on my pants until they slid down my legs, he cupped my wet pussy before thrusting a single finger inside.

I moaned loudly, letting my head loll back. Reaching down to hold on to his shoulder as he worked another finger inside of me. I felt his mouth wrap around my nipple, sucking it roughly and nibbling lightly on the tip.

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