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him.
    “I’m so sorry. I should never have asked you to leave. I was scared. I thought it was—”
    My words were swallowed the moment Tate crashed into me. Within seconds, my ability to choke out any words of retraction was taken and I was pushed against the edge of his desk, my jeans swiftly removed at the impatient hands of Tate Connors.
    Holy fuck. My body was on fire. Never had I ever felt this turned on. My body hummed and begged for him, craved him. With lips of want, he attached himself to my neck, sucking and nipping my sensitive skin, and my moans soon filled the empty space of the room. My head fell back and I leaned back on my elbows as pleasure swarmed my body.
    “This is us, Savannah. You and me—no one else has this.” His voice vibrated with promise and certainty against my throat.
    It was true. There was no one like him. There would never be anyone like him. I shifted my body under his, allowing my hands to run over his broad shoulders and move their way to his hair. Roughly pulling on the back of his head, I forced his mouth to mine. For a brief moment, I hesitated, my breathing heavy, broken, and deep.
    His breathing was increasing with want and his eyes hooded with mine. Dropping his forehead to mine, he whispered, “What do you want from me, Sav?”
    What did I want from him? I wanted him inside me. I inched my face forward, allowing my tongue to trace his perfectly plump bottom lip. Under my soft touch, his eyes hooded and fluttered shut. He was beautiful and completely at my mercy. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I bit down softly, and as if I’d turned on a light switch, my Tate was back. His tongue invaded my mouth, sweeping through, tasting everything I was. Our tongues danced together feverishly, needing and in pure ownership. I needed air, but I wouldn’t break.
    Tate’s hand ran up the length of my thigh, stopping dangerously close to where I craved him most. My panties were saturated and I knew they had been for a while. I wanted them off. I felt the air move as he ran his hand up my thighs before lifting his hand and placing it on my hip, missing my desire. I paused and groaned in pain. I was aching.
    “Tate, please,” I moaned, lifting my hips from the desk and pushing myself against him. He stilled, his hips rocking painstakingly close, allowing his cock to grind against my panties.
    “What do you want, Sav? You said no fucking. You said no making love.”
    “Fingers,” I begged.
    “That would mean I was fucking you. You said no fucking. That means no fingers, no mouth, no cock.” He continued to tease and grind himself devastatingly close to my now throbbing and hungry pussy, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as a symphony of moans escaped me. The sound of his heavy breathing and the feeling of his heavy cock against me made me feel as if I were swinging like a pendulum on the brink of crashing into a deep sea of pure ecstasy.
    “Fuck me, Tate. Make me forget her. Make me think only of us.” My eyes shot open to find him looking at me with eyes of intention and lust.
    His hands swept down my hips, his fingertips sliding in the elastic of my panties and, with rushed fingers, moving them down my now sweaty thighs. He took a step back to take a moment to admire my new body.
    “You are so sexy.” His voice was hoarse and full of need.
    His hands snapped open his fly, and within seconds, Tate stepped out of his pants and prowled towards me. His eyes never left mine. My hands, full of intention and want, grabbed him, caressed him, squeezed him the just the way I knew he liked. He knew every pleasure point of my body just as well as I knew his. That’s what made him mine. I knew him. I owned him. I loved him.
    My fingertip swirled on the tip; massaging the drop of liquid showing he was ready for me. I lifted my fingertip to my mouth and swirled my tongue, tasting him. The rumble that escaped the back of his throat penetrated deep within me, and my body clenched