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on her.
    “You do.” He pushed, working his hands down to the inner parts of her thighs and stopping just there. Her breath heaved as he placed a thumb to the damp spot just at the folds of her sex and pressed down. “Did your pussy cry for me like this while I was near you?”
    She mutely nodded.
    Sansone closed his eyes. “And did you relieve yourself when I was gone?”
    Another mute nod.
    “I want to hear the words, Nyssa. Say, ‘I touched myself because of you, Sansone.’ ”
    Nyssa dutifully repeated the words and his balls drew up, his cock thumping against the crotch of his trousers. He found her clit and brushed it rhythmically. “Like this?”
    “Y-yes…”
    “Was this all you did, sweetness? Or was there more?”
    “There was…” She stopped, her hips lifting as she kept up with the pace of his digit. “There was more.”
    Sansone used his free hand to grip her wrist and pull her hand over to the apex of her thighs. He stopped his ministrations and replaced his digits with hers. “Show me.”
    She hesitated.
    Hooking his index finger into the crotch, he pulled the lacey confection to the side. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
    Her groan was almost his undoing, and when he watched her hand disappear between her thighs, her manicured fingers rolling across the engorged nubbin of her clit, he nearly shut his eyes to block out the image and keep himself from shooting his load in his boxers.
    “Mmm…”
    Sansone watched the way she stroked herself, saw how her pulse beat steadily at the base of her throat as she swallowed and gulped in air. Two fingers thrust into her core and he gripped her thighs harder, pushing them even farther apart so he wouldn’t miss a moment of his wet dream come to life.
    “Are you about to come, Nyssa?”
    She choked out, “Yes” and he commanded, “Stop.”
    Panting, she did just that and looked to be on the verge of tears.
    “That’s how I feel every time you walk into a room,” he whispered, locking eyes with her. “That suspended sensation of euphoria and pain. Having something right at your fingertips, being on the edge, and yet you’re unable to leap.”
    Her chest rose and fell. “I know that feeling, Sunny. I get it when you look at me.”
    Sansone fisted her hair and yanked her head back before slanting his mouth over her own. Her lips parted and his tongue delved inside, touching hers. They groaned in unison and he tugged her hair a little harder, separating their lips. He kissed his way from her chin down to her neck as she wrapped her thighs around his waist and locked her ankles at the base of his spine. His teeth nibbled her collarbone and slid to her cleavage as he palmed her breasts through her blouse before snarling, “Pull it down.”
    Nyssa’s hands came up and her tits bounced free, pushed up by the support of her bra and blouse, her dark nipples tight and full. He didn’t waste time enveloping one with his mouth, sucking until she arched forward, her hands grabbing hold of his hair as she cried out. Her licked and nipped his way around one areola then the other as she worked on his belt and zipper. Sansone took hold of her hands and let go of her nipple as he stepped back.
    “Face down, on the desk, now .”
    She scrambled to her feet and swiped binders and folders out of her way. Bending over, Nyssa braced her legs apart, giving him an incredible view of her ass the same way she’d unintentionally done Friday night. The knowledge that this time she was doing it on purposemade Sansone stroke a hand over himself as he pushed his underwear and slacks down until they rested at the tops of his thighs. His cock bounced free and with careful precision he got hold of his wallet, found a condom and sheathed himself before stepping behind Nyssa until the backs of her thighs hit the fronts of his.
    He held the base of his dick and once again moved her panties to the side.
    “Nyssa?”
    “Yes?”
    He hesitated. Something told Sansone that if he