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feet dangle off the desk, robbing me of leverage. I can only have what he

decides to give.
“Touch me,” I demand, my fingernails biting into the back of his strong

neck, desire pounding through me like a drumbeat.

His voice is ragged against my mouth. “If I get my hands on you, really,
honestly get my hands on you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

He would. I know it in my soul. That’s why I trust him with my body.

My heart? It isn’t playing into this decision.
“Stop being so fucking honorable and fuck me, Xaden.”

His eyes flare, and then he kisses me like I’m the air he’s been missing,

like his life depends on it, and I think mine just might. His fingers slide
under my underwear and stroke my slickened core, and a moan tumbles

from my lips. His touch is electric.
“So damned soft.” He kisses me deeply as his fingers touch and tease,

making that sweet coil of pleasure tighten in my core. I dig my nails into his

shoulder, my back arching as he makes tighter and tighter circles against my
swollen clit. “I bet you taste just as good as you feel.”

Pleasure shudders through me, a living, breathing fire beneath my skin.
“More.” It’s all I’m capable of saying, demanding, as my skin flushes and

my pulse skyrockets. I’m going to combust, to burst into flames, and all I

can do is whimper against his mouth as he slides one finger inside me. My
muscles clench around him, and he works in a second.

“You’re so fucking hot.” His voice drops, sounding like it’s been scraped

over coals. “It might damn us both, but I can’t wait to feel you come around
my cock.”

“Oh gods.” That mouth. I throw my hands back against the wall for

leverage, knocking something loose as my hips roll. Something shatters on
the floor to the left as I ride his thrusting fingers. He curls them against my

inner walls and I gasp, my thighs locking around his leather-clad hips. And
when he uses his thumb to stroke my clit, the friction and pressure push me