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wave of heat
coursing through Leigh’s body. “That depends,” she responded coyly.
    “On?”
    “On whether you’re finished with the contract or not.”
    John didn't look away, but he didn't respond. Unwilling to give
up on having a free weekend together, Leigh remained still without breaking eye
contact.
    Finally, John’s lip curled into a grin. “I finished it.”
    Thank God. Leigh smiled back then stood and mirrored John’s
stance by leaning onto her hands over the desk. Their faces were only inches
away. She continued to look him in the eye as she whispered, “Then you get me.”
    “Good answer,” he growled as he grabbed her behind the neck
with one hand so he could pull her forward and capture her lips in a kiss that
made her toes curl.
    It didn’t take Leigh long to realize that the desk was a
barrier that needed to go. As John continued to plunder her lips, she crawled
onto the desk and across to the other side. Being on her knees on top of the
desk gave her a slight advantage. She grabbed John’s face with both hands and
battled for control of their kiss.
    John seemed unwilling to relinquish control. He pulled her
to one side, making her lose her balance. Papers and pens scattered as she
tipped over, but John kept her from falling onto the desk. He cradled her in
one arm and found her breast with his free hand. Leigh moaned into John’s mouth
as he teased her nipple into a hard pebble.
    Leigh could feel heat spiraling through her body. She wanted
to feel John’s warm, hard body pressed against her. She fumbled with the
buttons of his shirt, struggling to free them so she could peel the material
aside and find the warmth of his bare skin.
    John broke their kiss and blazed a trail along the side of
her neck. Leigh’s breath caught in her throat when he found that particularly
sensitive spot below her ear. When he made it to her breast she arched her
back, offering it up, eager for his attentions. Her fingers sank into his hair
and she clung to him like a lifeline.
    More. She needed more. She wanted to give him more.
    Some part of her brain registered that John had on entirely
too many clothes. She’d at least managed to unbutton his shirt. The bottom edge
tickled one of her thighs. As he did wicked, delightful things to her breast,
she fumbled with his belt. She had barely gotten the end of his belt through
the buckle when John laid her back on the desk and kissed his way down her
belly.
    When John’s kisses reached her pubic hair, he slid her
around so that her legs dangled over the edge of the desk.
    “Wha…” Leigh gasped for breath as John shouldered his way
between her thighs and his lips clamped onto her swollen clit. She had to bite
her lip to keep from crying out when he began to lick and suckle in earnest.
She struggled to find some leverage to maneuver her hips. John finally took
mercy on her and tossed one leg over his shoulder and slid one hand under her
hips. He knew exactly what angle she was looking for. With his free hand, he
thrust one finger inside her dripping pussy. Leigh cried out as her orgasm
crashed over her.
    Wave after wave of pleasure was rippling through her when
John grabbed her hips and slid deep inside her. She opened her eyes and saw him
clenching his jaw, struggling to retain some control.
    “Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard.”
    It seemed that was all the encouragement he needed. John
pulled back, letting his swollen cock hover on the edge of her opening, then
slammed into her again. Leigh’s breath caught and she bit her lip trying to
stifle any sounds she might make. John had considerable control over his
emotions and his passions but she strongly suspected she had pushed him to his
limit. His passion was unleashed and she reveled in it.
    John’s hips pistoned in and out, and she tried in vain to
gain some kind of hand hold to ride out the storm. Her already overheated core
turned into liquid fire as he increased his tempo. Leigh’s hyper-sensitive
breasts