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As I move around her, letting my hand caress the delicate dip of her lower back, admiring her spread legs, the sexy shape of her ass…I tremble with anticipation and have to rip my hand away.
    “Stay just like that,” I encourage, then move to the center of the room and take a seat in my leather chair. “Spread your legs wider.”
    She does, more compliant now, giving me a perfect view.
    My jaw set, I compel myself to ease into this, enforcing patience, or I’m liable to devour her all at once.
    This obsession with her isn’t just dangerous for me; she’s suffered its ramifications without even knowing. Though I was careful not to approach her, I couldn’t help but test her. Toy with her. See how far I could push her submissiveness.
    Late hours requested through Julia so I could watch her pull her hair up into that messy bun as she worried over a brief. During those summer nights, cranking the heat with a claim the AC was broken, so I could fantasize about her as she stripped down to her slip.
    I even exposed the secret of her druggie brother, circulating a rumor that caught fire, just to witness her reaction. When she discovered a gaggle of interns talking about her, she bore the humility with an iron will as she soaked in it, reveled in it, allowing it to consume her from the inside out.
    And me? I wore my dick out to the thought of her desperate, panting breaths in my office. In this very chair. She’s a fucking temptress. And to a man like me…she could be my undoing.
    That’s why I have rules.
    But tonight…
    The temptation was unbearable. Her shame was tangible; I could taste it on the air. Her misery so palpable, the conference room choked on it. Everyone has a breaking point, even my precious Alexis.
    Someone hurt her, and if anyone is going to be the recipient of her broken tears, it’s going to be me. The one who can appreciate and condition this lovely creature, grooming her to reach her full potential.
    Not Wells or any other partner. Just the thought of their filthy hands on her nearly sends me into a rage. I’ve been able to keep the wolves at bay over the past year by diminishing her qualities. She’s too fragile. Too unstable. Too meek. But the look in Wells’ eyes just now…
    He likes a challenge as much as I do. He scented her blood in the air, a wounded creature ripe for the kill.
    If I didn’t claim her, he or one of the others would despite my orders. Not only are they testing their boundaries, they’re forcing me to take action.
    Already, I’ve wasted too much time pining after her—but the damage isn’t irreversible. I’ve watched Alexis; I know how rare she is. How miraculous her self-preservation is. Above all, I know just what she needs.
    “Put your hand between your thighs,” I order, my own pressing against the straining ridge of my cock.
    Her legs, adorned beautifully with sheer black thigh-highs, tremble at my command. She timidly clasps her inner thigh, right beneath her pussy. So innocent.
    “Touch yourself.”
    Her hesitancy rolls off her in waves, her insecurity thickening the air and swirling with my lust. We’ve barely begun to play and she’s already heady with her shame. I could spend hours just watching her, stretching out my torment as she takes her time, unaware of how she’s torturing me.
    “I want your fingers on your sweet anus, Alexis. Touch yourself there.”
    A small whimper escapes her as she obeys my request. Her hand palms her pussy as her fingers seek the tight little hole I’m certain is virgin. That thought makes my cock jump. My anticipation raging anew and wild.
    I lower my zipper and let myself spring free, curl my hand around my shaft. I hiss out a breath through my teeth, bucking against the sensation. I’ve craved her far too long, suffering this self-imposed restraint, and the desperation to end my agony is almost painful.
    I give myself a long stroke, offsetting the desire to fuck her hard and raw this second. “Have you ever been