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I had to admit, it was a disappointment to hear it. “All it means is that we have the hots for each other. It’s physical. I can take care of it for you. I’ll get on my knees and make all this tension go away.” I lowered to my knees in front of her and looked up at her. “Tell me what you want, Veronica.”

“I want you to take care of it.”

Halle-fucking-lujah. I undid her pants. “I’ve been thirsting for your pussy.”

She let out a frustrated moan.

I tugged her pants and underwear down, inhaling the sexy, exotic scent of her sex. She was wet. Wetter than I’d even imagined. It did my ego good to think I could affect her this way.

I helped her step out of her pants and underwear and then pushed her legs apart. “Lean back on the desk and give your pleasure to me.”

She did as I asked. Her surrender filled me with awe. I had a sense that she wasn’t a woman to open herself, to give of herself, and yet here she was, doing it for me, at least physically.

Using my fingers, I opened her to me, sliding my tongue through her hot, wet folds.

“Oh, God,” she said on a long moan.

I focused on her. I paid attention to her breathing, her words as I licked and sucked and flicked. I took her to the edge of reason and then would stop. Each time, the tension built until her fingers gripped my head painfully.

“Don’t stop. Oh, God… don’t stop. Make me come, Duncan. Make me come.”

There was no denying her. I slid two fingers inside her, tilting them forward to hit that special spot that drove women wild. I sucked her clit.

Her entire body tensed and then shook as her orgasm barreled through her. She cried out, and her hips rocked, fuckingmy fingers and face. I wished I could see her face. The ever strong and guarded Agent Veronica Marsden completely came apart at my hand.

Her juices filled my mouth, and I drank it all up, feeling certain I wouldn’t have another chance. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she’d close up again and likely insist on no more sex in the future.

“God… Duncan, fuck me. I need you inside me.”

My brain short-circuited for a moment until her hands were tugging on me, pulling me up. I rose, and her hands went to my pants, undoing them.

By the time my cock sprang free, my brain had caught up to what was happening. I lifted her on the desk and stepped in between her legs.

“Say it again,” I growled as I rubbed my cock along her wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Duncan. Fuck me now.”

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Veronica

What was wrong with me? The man was walking out the door. Twice. And instead of letting him go as I knew I should, each time, I stopped him. Why? What was it about this man?

I was a strong woman. I wasn’t one to be dissuaded from my base needs, whether that was hunger or lust. And yet, Duncan made me want… no, he made me need in a way I’d never wanted or needed a man before. I wanted to blame it on his ego or seduction, except it was clear that he was willing to walk away. It made me want him more. Was that on purpose? Had it been a ploy on his part to manipulate me into giving in?

I didn’t think so. Duncan might be arrogant where his sexual prowess was concerned, but he wasn’t a man to force himself upon or manipulate a woman for pleasure. I had no doubt he knew what he did to me, but he would respect me and my wishes. And my wishes were for him to fuck me. Yes, his mouth and tongue were very talented, sending me into a spectacularorgasm, but I needed to feel him inside me. To feel the fullness of him, the throbbing, pulsing, electric size of him.

“God… Duncan, fuck me. I need you inside me.” I reached for him, pulling him up until I could undo his pants. I shoved them down, watching as his dick sprang free. For a moment, I considered dropping to my knees to suck it, but my pussy clenched, needing it more.

He lifted me onto the desk and stepped in between my legs. “Say it again,” he growled as he rubbed his tip along my pussy.

I was nearly delirious with need. “Fuck me, Duncan. Fuck me now.”

He drove into me hard, making me cry out from the force of it. The desk slid several inches along the floor.

“Fuck!” He growled again, holding himself seeped inside me. “Your pussy… God damn, it’s tight. So fucking good.”

I lay back on the desk, my body adjusting to the size of him. The nerve endings in my pussy were on fire, but in a good way.

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