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you.”
    I slid my hands over
her breasts and began unbuttoning her blouse. “You know how I am,
Jane. When I want something, I take it.”
    “Karina.”
    “Jane. Put your hands
behind your back.”
    Shaking her head, she
clawed at my arms.
    “Do it or I’ll do
it for you. You know I will.”
    “Bastard,” she
said, but she followed my orders.
    I unbuttoned the last
button and opened her blouse. “Since when do you wear bras?” I
asked, unhooking the front clasp. “You know I don’t like them.”
    “What you like
doesn’t matter anymore,” she said, her eyes steely.
    “What I like always
matters.” I cupped her naked breasts and saw her defiance shatter.
One touch was all it took. That was all it had ever taken with her.
“Your nipples are very hard. Why? Do you like this?”
    “Yes,” she
whispered. Her eyelids were heavy and her breath labored.
    “Even though you’re
a married woman?”
    Lips parted, all she
could do was nod. My stiff cock threatened to break the zipper of my
jeans. I wasn’t going anywhere, not for a while. I knew myself. I
wouldn’t walk out of here until I’d branded her as my own in the
house she shared with another man.
    Leaving one hand on her
breast, I slid the other down to the hem of her skirt. “It’s like
you knew I was coming today,” I whispered. “Silk blouse, short
skirt – you’re dressed just like a sexy little slut, aren’t
you?”
    “I’m not a slut,”
she said acidly.
    “The hell you’re
not. You’re my slut. You don’t want anyone else to fuck you but
me.”
    She was panting, light,
soft breaths that felt like velvet on my face. “You’re wrong.”
    “Am I? You want
someone else to fuck you?”
    I spun her around and
pushed her against the wall. After pulling off her blouse and bra, I
unzipped her skirt and yanked it to her ankles. All she wore were
pale blue lace panties that showed every inch of skin underneath.
“Put your hands on the wall. Stay that way. Don’t move.”
    I threw off my blazer
and shirt and pressed my chest against her back. At the feel of skin
on skin, she moaned. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I said. “It
makes your pussy dripping wet.”
    “There are reporters
outside,” she said. “My husband could come home.”
    “But he won’t, will
he? And to hell with the reporters. To hell with everybody but us.”
    I kissed the back of
her neck and practically felt an electric shock she was so blazing
hot. “Karina, Jane, it doesn’t matter,” I said. “You still
respond to me. You haven’t changed. You never will.”
    She tried to turn
around but I pressed my hands over hers. “Keep them on the wall
until I give you permission to move.”
    As if I had all
afternoon, I kissed my way slowly down her spine. She let her head
fall, sending her hair cascading to her waist.
    I knelt to kiss the
hollow of her lower back. “No matter what your name is, you’re
just as beautiful. Did you know that?”
    “No,” she
whispered.
    “Now you do.”
Pulling her hips toward me, I made her give me her ass. “Just like
that,” I said. “I’m going to take you like you’ve never been
taken before.”
    Adrenaline spiked in my
blood as she whimpered softly. It was the sound of surrender, and it
was music to my ears. I didn’t know what would happen two hours
from now, but at this moment, I had her. And I was going to make the
most of it.
    Using my teeth, I
peeled her panties over her hips to her thighs. The cotton gusset was
streaked with clear, sticky wetness. I pulled it to my face and
smelled her delicious arousal, savoring how excited she was for me.
The professor didn’t make her respond this way. No one could but
me.
    I lifted each of her
feet and pulled the panties off. She was completely naked now except
for a long strand of pearls circling the back of neck and draping
between her breasts.
    “Feet apart,” I
ordered. “Keep your hands on the wall.”
    I tapped the inside of
her knee and she took a step to the side.