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“Sawyer, please. We’re still taking our time. Emerson has a lot on his plate training Parker, and —”

I make her control slip as I suck her clit between my lips, swirling my tongue in a tight circle I know she loves. Her heels dig into the small of my back, but it just urges me on more.

“This’ll be a quick call. I’m just making sure you’ve got Erik on your radar. He’s been having some trouble lately, and I want you and Skyler to give him a once-over. He might be sitting on an injury, you know how taciturn he is.”

I slide a finger inside, curling it as I bring all my focus to bear on making Yasmín soak my face.

“I’m coming —” Yasmín gasps, squirming in her seat as her thighs threaten to give me another head injury. “I’m coming to understand that, yeah.”

She covers it beautifully, but I can tell I’m winning.

“Alright, well. Anything else I need to know?”

Yasmín shakes her head rapidly, her eyes cutting down to glare at me for a second.

“No, Sawyer. I’m going to go finish my lunch. See you later,” she says, ending the call before he can respond.

I look up at her, grinning as she drips off my chin.

“You bastard,” she laughs, affection and frustration warring in her voice. “This is payback for last week, isn’t it?”

I stand, unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out as I do. In a flash I’ve got her on her back on her desk, papers spilling to the floor as I enter her.

“Do I need a reason to go down on my wife-to-be?” I ask, thrusting into her hard and fast.

Her cries of pleasure echo as I work myself into her. There’s no gentleness, no build-up. This is the fast, desperate way I need her.

“Fuck, I’m coming again,” Yasmín cries, her head hanging half off the desk, her nails digging into me even through my clothes.

Feeling her inner walls clamping down around my cock is enough to make me spill into her, my own cry muffled by her lips finding mine. The kiss is as sweet as the sex isn’t, and I lose myself in it. In her.

My Angel.

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