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her spine and into her hair. Ever so slightly, she turned her head to fit into his palm, tilting her mouth to him. Her lips parted, so soft and full.
    “ Tell me to leave,” he said.
    “ Would you leave if I told you to?” she breathed.
    “ I don't know,” he answered truthfully. He hoped to hell he wouldn't have to find out. She pulled his head toward hers and kissed him square on the mouth. He felt a growl well up in his chest as he returned the favor, running his tongue across hers. She tightened her hold on him as he claimed her mouth. His mind was a black hole—he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't holding Annata, tasting her. She was all that he knew. His hands memorized the fullness of her ass, the curve of her spine.
    She dropped one hand between them and began stroking him through his pants. He knew if she didn't stop, he was going to come in his Calvin Kleins, something he hadn't done since he was 15-years-old. Without thinking, he swept his hands across her desk, clearing it of the paperwork. He hauled her up by her ass and plopped her down in the center of the desk. The skirt she was wearing was too tight for her to open her legs for him. Impatient, he ran his hands up the wool skirt, wanting to rip it off of her.
    Without a word, she grabbed her hem and yanked it up her thighs, pushing it up higher and higher. When he realized she was wearing a garter belt, he almost came undone. He snapped one of the straps against her thigh. “Christ.” He growled. “Are you serious?”
    He thought he might have actually made her blush. She swept a braid off her shoulder. “What?” she asked, defensively.
    “You are the sexiest woman in the whole goddamn world.” He declared, pulling her toward him by her knees as she let out a surprised laugh. He took every inch he could get in between her legs and pushed her onto her back. He ran his hands up her outer thighs, pushing the skirt higher and higher. She never took her golden-brown eyes off of his as she lifted her ass so he could bunch her skirt up around her waist. She bit her lip when she was basically naked from the waist down. He dipped one hand between her beautiful thighs and stroked the soaked satin of her black panties. She let out a low moan and arched her back. He smiled, fiendishly, and moving the thin fabric aside, slipped one finger inside her. She bucked against his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside of her slick warmth.
    “ Fuck!” she rasped into his ear. He slipped another finger inside easily, and then another. He began a slow pumping motion with his hand, fucking her with his fingers. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he curled his fingers inside her.
    “ Do you like that?” he asked. She moaned in answer, seemingly unable to talk. He couldn't stop a laugh from escaping. She was under his control. He had her. And he wasn't going to let her go until he made her come. Until she was dripping wet and raw and unsteady on her feet. He extracted his fingers from her, slowly. She shook her head, not wanting the pleasure to stop.
    “ More,” she demanded, her eyes back on him. He put his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. She exhaled slowly as she watched him,  propping herself up on her elbows.
    “ You taste amazing,” he said. She started untucking her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and he dropped his hands to his belt. They were almost racing to free themselves from their clothes. She sat up, tossing her blouse over her head. His attention was immediately drawn to her breasts, so large they were spilling out of her lacy black bra. He cupped them in his hands, feeling their delicious weight. She continued working to unbuckle his pants as he pressed his lips to her right breast.  When she shoved her hand down his pants and cupped him in her palm, he yanked down her bra and freed one tight nipple. They moaned in unison when his mouth closed over her tit, suckling her as if his life depended on it. Her tits were soft