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here one day?”
    She swallowed. “Is that something people do?” she asked weakly.
    “Sometimes,” he said, as his finger made its way to the soft wetness of her vulva. “But today I am hungry for this.” He inserted his forefinger inside her, and she squirmed against him, desperate for him to get to that one spot where she ached for fulfillment. He added a middle finger and pushed in and out, and she bit her lip hard to keep from making noise. “I think you’re ready for me, darling.” He pulled away, leaving her bereft and unsatisfied.
    “Hurry,” she said and heard rustling sounds as if he were unfastening his trousers. Within a few seconds, she felt the velvety tip of his penis resting at her entrance.
    “You’ll likely be sore,” he warned.
    “I don’t care, just do it!” she ordered, desperate for his hardness.
    “Who am I to defy a direct order from Heath & Heath’s managing partner?” he asked, and she felt his cock breach her opening. He had been right, for she was still quite tender from their activities the previous night and this morning, and his possession was not gentle.
    “Ah,” she exclaimed as he filled her, and he hesitated briefly.
    “Am I hurting you?”
    “No. A little. I do not care. Do not stop.”
    “So tight, yet so soft,” he said, holding her hips as he pulled himself out and then plunged all the way back in. He repeated the motion again and again, his pace quickening until he was slamming his hips into hers with such force that she had to brace herself to keep from sliding across the desk.
    She closed her eyes, loving the primitive way he was taking her. “But you must be quiet, or we will be discovered,
    “Dammit, Laurence, you make me so bloody hard I can hardly keep myself from spending,” he said, his tone growing deeper as he pulsed in and out of her. “How does it feel to you?”
    “Full.” She heard him chuckle and then felt his motions slow while he pressed kisses against the tender flesh just behind her ears where she was especially sensitive.
    “I need never worry you will seek to flatter me with false praise, that is for certain,” he said, his tone amused. “But I would be a right selfish bastard if I took my pleasure without giving thought to yours. I must look after my lady’s enjoyment as well.”
    He reached around to her exposed mound and pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris in a circular motion until she began to squirm against his hand.
    “That’s it,” he crooned. “I am hard as a rock right now with wanting you. Do you feel me against you, stroking every beautiful bit of you until I am ready to burst?”
    “Yes,” she said brokenly, feeling her arousal build.
    “Think about my spreading your legs and licking your pussy the way that I did this morning. Did you enjoy that?” he asked, and she closed her eyes and saw the images conjured up by his words.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “That’s just the beginning of the wicked things I will do to you,” he continued. “For if you won’t give me your hand in marriage, then I intend to take your body in lust.”
    She was finding it increasingly difficult to think let alone form words into credible sentences.
    He continued. “The next time we are alone in your room, I shall tie your arms to the bedpost, push your legs open, and lick and bite that tender spot between your legs until you beg me for mercy. Only then will I let you find your pleasure.”
    She groaned at the lewd images his words produced in her mind and felt herself grow wetter.
    “Or perhaps I shall set you on your knees and open my trousers and put my cock deep in your mouth for you to suck until I spend myself in the back of your throat.” He thrust harder now, and she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious feel of his hand and the primal feel of him plunging in and out of her.
    He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back so she could hear his every word. “And when you are being very