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the sight of Jamison King
sitting at my desk, his Italian shoes resting atop a stack of important papers.
His jet black suit is cut perfectly to his sculpted, relaxed form as he sits
back in my leather chair, completely unperturbed by my entrance.
    “Good morning, Leah,” he drawls in his rich, irresistible
voice. “Nice of you to stop by.”
    “I’m sorry, Mr. King,” I hear Pippa whisper behind me, “I
tried to stop her—”
    “That’s OK, sweethearts,” Jay laughs charitably, “Be a
good girl and give me a moment alone with Miss Brody here, would you?”
    With a lovesick sigh, Pippa closes the door in my wake.
As hard as I will my body to move, I’m utterly rooted in place as Jamison
stands to face me, his gorgeous form elongated with newfound prestige and
power. He looks damn good sitting in a corner office, I’ll give him that. But
he can sure as shit go find a corner office of his own.
    “Don’t be mad at me, baby,” Jay chuckles, striding across
the room to where I stand frozen, “I’m just following the boss’s orders.”
    “This can’t be happening…” I manage to hiss through
gritted teeth, “You can’t just march in here and—”
    “On the contrary,” Jay murmurs, stopping before me with
not an inch of space between our bodies. “I can. And do you know why that is,
Leah?”
    “No. But I’m sure you’ll tell me,” I all but snarl,
furious with my body for its electric excitement at the closeness of him.
    Jamison circles his hands around my slender waist, pulls
me flush against him.
    “Because you want me here,” he growls, running his hands
over the firm rise of my ass, letting me feel his staggering cock flush against
my sex. “Go on. Admit that you want me.”
    I turn my face from his, trying desperately to hold my
tongue. Of course I want him here. Right here, where I can feel his body
against mine. That’s all I wanted for years, now. Since the last time I felt
him deep, deep inside of me. But I can’t just come out and say it.
    “I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me…” he
teases, letting his lips brush against the shell of my ear, driving me madder
with every passing moment.
    “I…” the sound escapes my throat, wavering with lust. I
clench my thighs together, trying to control the thunderous, pulsating need
rattling every cell in my body.
    “Tell me,” he urges, as I steady myself against his
perfectly muscled form, “Tell me that you want me to bend you over that desk
and fuck you till you scream.”
    A low, ragged groan rips from my lips as my knees give
out beneath me. Jamison catches me easily in his arms as I gasp for breath,
beside myself with desperate need.
    “Please,” I beg him, grabbing hold of his expensive
jacket with trembling hands, “I want you to… I need you to…”
    “Go on,” he commands, his blue eyes flaming as they bore
into me.
    “Fuck me, Jay,” I whisper, giving my entire self over to
him, “Now.”
    “See?” he grins, tracing his fingertip along the outline
of my jaw, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
    Before I can utter another syllable, Jay scoops me up
into his corded arms. My office spins around me as he pivots across the room,
crossing the space in three easy paces. My breath goes out of me as he flings
me down across my own desk, sending papers and files flying every which way. I
rest my cheek against the cool oak as he bends me over, pinning my torso to the
desk as he tears down my panties with one sharp tug, whips open his belt buckle
with a clatter. I wrap my fingers around the far edge of the desk, bracing
myself as I feel the tip of his massive cock brush against my soaking wet
pussy.
    “Christ, I’ve missed you…” I breathe, glancing up at his
sculpted face.
    “I was only eighteen the last time you had me,” he grins
back, trailing a hand down my spine, “I think you’ll find I’ve grown some since
then.”
    I scream out in amazement and pleasure as Jamison drives
his cock deep inside