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I chuckle letting him kiss me again.

This kiss is different though. Instead of staying playful, he deepens it, nipping at my lip. I open for him easily. I love the feel of his lips on mine.

When his hands start to rub up and down my thighs, I start to breathe faster. Before Reaper, it had been so long since I’d felt aroused that these feelings I feel with Harrison almost feel new. Like I’m a born-again virgin experiencing my first sexual encounter. God, I feel like such a teen, especially with someone older and more experienced being the one to invoke these feelings inside my body.

I’m burning up. Suddenly, he’s not kissing me fast or hard enough. I need more. I don’t even know what, but he needs to give it to me.

Now.

“Harrison,” I murmur.

“What, Queen Bee? Tell me.” He pants between kisses.

“More.”

“More?” he repeats.

“Yes. I need more. Please, and for the love of God, don’t hold back.”

“You want me to fuck his touch out of memory?”

“Yes, please,” I beg.

“My fucking pleasure.”

Moving to stand, he sets me on the floor, making me pout.

“Enough of that, beautiful. I’m going to strip you bare, then you’re going to sit on that desk and let me take whatever I want.” His fingers reach up, his thumb slipping into my mouth.

I suck on it lightly before biting it. He hisses, but his eyes are pure fire.

“Do you understand me?” he asks.

“Yes. Please,” I admit softly.

I was letting my hormones talk before so now that I’m not in his lap, I feel a little awkward. He doesn’t let me though.

Tipping my chin, he kisses me hard. “You want this to stop, you say the word. Got it. Otherwise, sit back and let me worship you.”

Then he sinks to his knees, taking my pants with him. I’m bare from the waist down, making my cheek heat, but he doesn’t notice.

Of course not, because he’s busy removing my clothes. First, he pulls one leg out, kissing from my foot up my ankle and calf all the way up my thigh until he’s where I need him. He doesn’t stop there though. Instead, he kisses down the opposite leg until he lifts it to remove my pants completely.

A light flickers on from outside the office, making my eyes flicker to the window.

“Someone’s here,” I hiss, trying to pull back, but he doesn’t let me.

“Probably Wrath. He likes to work on the bikes to keep his mind busy. Sit on the desk.” He moves me until my ass is on the edge of the desk.

“What if he comes up here?” My mind is racing, but when he leans in, licking between my lips, I moan.

It’s like an electric shock.

“He won’t,” he whispers, leaning in to suck my clit into his mouth, making me let out a loud squeak.

He chuckles. “Or he might if he hears that. Is that what you want?” he asks, his finger sliding into my pussy, making me clench. “You want him to happen upon us? Watch you getting your pussy eaten out by your man? See the way I possess you like no man ever will?”

“Oh god,” I cry out as he begins to finger fuck me, curling his finger to rub against a spot inside me that feels so good I never want him to stop.

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