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open the door and rush her through. As the door swung shut, Harry fumbled for the lock, barely waiting until he heard the click of the deadbolt before shoving Beth against the wall. She squeaked at the speed of the movement but didn’t resist the force of his body.
    Her obedient softness almost blinded Harry with a red haze of lust. He had wanted to go slow, to make this one last, to show Beth that he could be careful and gentle, but his body was relentless, his cock urgent.
    He hadn’t meant to drag her into his office but watching her round ass in those tiny shorts, the bounce of her breasts and the shadowy glimpses of cleavage had driven him insane with desire. He had pulled her into his office to ask her out, thinking that, if he had that out of the way, he could get a shred of self-control back. Instead, once the office door had closed and they had been alone together, he had to have her. Right then, right there.
    Now he couldn’t think of anything except getting inside her again. His mouth slammed down on hers, demanding entry. Beth moaned and her lips parted for his marauding tongue. He thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking how his cock had plunged into her grasping pussy just a few minutes before. Parting her legs with his knee, he pressed hard against the juncture of her thighs, drawing a whimper from her as she pushed back, as if seeking more—more pressure, more hardness, more of him.
    Beth sucked at his tongue. Ignoring her insistent hold, he withdrew and nibbled her mouth with small kisses. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth in retaliation.
    Harry growled and kissed her hard, pulling back just long enough to yank up her tank top. He heard a seam tear as he hauled it relentlessly over her head. The way I’m ripping her clothes off her, I’m going to have to buy her a whole new wardrobe , Harry thought absently, but then his conscious mind blurred again.
    Harry broke off the kiss and Beth followed his mouth with hers, making a small, disappointed sound at the loss of contact. He was breathing hard, staring at her breasts.
    The black sports bra made her skin look creamy white and her harsh pants pressed the flesh of her full breasts up over the gripping fabric. Harry’s eyes fixed on the movement.
    Breaking his paralysis, Harry ran a gentle finger along the line where black spandex met the smooth line of her skin. Abruptly, he tugged her bra up to expose her breasts.
    Although Beth gasped at the sudden movement, she raised her arms obediently, allowing him to pull the bra completely off.
    As her breasts were released from their restraints, the pink-tipped orbs bounced free, drawing a guttural groan from Harry. He dropped to his knees, cupping her breasts in both hands and pressing the white mounds together. Pulling a tight, erect nipple between his lips, Harry sucked it deep into his mouth, drawing hard before allowing it to slip out until just the edge of the nub was between his teeth. He raised his head a little and let the weight of her breast tug at her nipple still captive in his mouth.
    Mewing, Beth tipped her head back against the wall and her hips twisted toward Harry.
    Turning to her other breast, Harry teased the stiff tip with his tongue. Beth’s hands worked in his hair, tugging on the short strands and then easing to massage his scalp.
    He nipped lightly at the straining bud of her nipple, which made her tighten her grip on his head, and then he sucked strongly, using the flat of his tongue to press the tip of her breast against the roof of his mouth. Pulling back, he let his teeth scrape against the edge of the swollen nub, wringing a wanting cry from Beth.
    Harry trailed wet, sucking kisses down her belly to the edge of her shorts. He hooked his thumbs over the waistband and eased them over her hips, letting them fall to puddle over her shoes as his tongue circled the rim of her bellybutton. Switching his focus to her feet, he untied her shoes and pulled them off. Beth held on to his