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the floor. Neither of us cared. All that mattered was the passion pounding from between my legs, then spreading through my lower half. My entire womb was possessed by him. His body. His heat. His desire. But he consumed more than that. My spirit. My will. My heart. Everything I had, everything I was…belonged to him.
    His fingers skated up my ribcage, reaching beneath my blouse to pluck at my nipples, granting no mercy even when I screamed. If I wasn’t on sensory overload before, that sure as hell hit the max capacity button.
    I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. My body jumped back to where it left off only minutes ago, on the brink of another mind-melting orgasm.
    Michael leaned over me, breathing heavily into my neck. “You feel so good, princess. So damn good. So tight around my cock. God damn .”
    “Harder,” I gritted. “Need it…harder.”
    He scraped his teeth against my neck. “Beg me.”
    I didn’t think twice. I didn’t think at all. “Please. Fuck me harder, Michael. Do it. Make me cry. Punish me!”
    I had no idea where the words came from. Maybe, deep inside, I knew they’d tempt his beast again. And maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut—because out of nowhere came the hell spawn ruler again. This time, he struck the fleshy globes of my ass. I shrieked, though was thankful he hadn’t gone again for my inner thighs.
    He didn’t break the rhythm of his cock while spanking me a few times on each side—enough to make sure I’d be standing through meetings tomorrow. Finally, he flung the stick aside to gain leverage for really pounding into me.
    “I hate that thing,” I muttered, as it clattered against the wall.
    “I love that thing,” he growled.
    “You’re a monster.”
    “And you’re the sweet girl with the red ass that’s driving me insane.” He lunged even harder. “Let it go for me, Margaux. Come again, princess.”
    “I’m so close…”
    Not a lie. One more naughty move and I’d be gone. As if Michael read my mind, he reached around, found my clit, and pinched my flesh so hard, I saw stars. They blinded me, bringing a climax so fast and intense, I couldn’t even announce its arrival. I went mute as the explosion lashed my body. Michael kept pounding away, groaning hard as his completion came, too.
    Minutes or hours or days might have passed while we drifted back down to Earth. “Jesus Christ, girl,” he muttered, still slumped over my back. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
    I laughed breathlessly while he fumbled with my bindings. A few moments passed before he was able to fully concentrate and set me free.
    We tumbled to the floor in each other’s arms, sweaty and satiated, grinning and sleepy like we always were after a satisfying romp—though I wondered if “romp” would have to be replaced by a new noun this time. Terms like “best sex of my life” instantly made that short list.
    He pulled the throw off the back of the sofa, down to where we lay on the floor. Neither of us spoke. It wasn’t necessary yet. It would happen eventually, though. Michael analyzed everything. It was something I loved and hated about him.
    He added a couple of the big couch pillows to our impromptu bed before asking, “Where did the desk come from?”
    I laughed again, unable to hold back. “I sent Andre out to find it.”
    “Christ. I’m never going to hear the end of this one.”
    “I didn’t tell him what it was for.” I batted him playfully.
    He grunted. “Sugar, he’s a guy. And not as dumb as he may act at times.” He hitched up, leaning his head against an elbow and tugging on one of my pigtails. “Well…the outfit’s a keeper. That’s an order, Miss Asher.”
    I played with my pinkie ring. “And the ruler?”
    “You liked that, after all?”
    “Took a little getting used to, but yeah.”
    Michael grabbed my hands in his much larger ones, stilling my nervous twisting. His warm skin surrounded mine, comforting me at once. His nearness always