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God doesn't tease.” He anchored her hips with both hands now and immersed his lips in her folds, occasionally nudging his nose against her clit.
    She moaned again and squeezed her legs against his ears.
    “When you pray, you ask.” He dipped his fingers in again and gave her channel a lazy swirl.
    “You're driving me crazy! Just get this the hell over with.” She pulled at her restraints—again to no avail.
    He grinned. “You know what to ask.” He gave her juices a leisurely lap along her cleft and stood up. “I'll give you a hint—four words.”
    That look on her face—pure sexual tension riddled with plain fury—was priceless. “Fuck me, then— Sir .”
    “Three out of four—not bad,” he mused, “but not good enough without the magic word.”
    “Please,” she bit out.
    He unwrapped a condom and sheathed himself. “Why, Ms. English major, I believe you've heard of something called a complete sentence.” He slammed his length into her tight cunt and pulled out slowly, feeling her core wrapping every millimeter of his precious nerve endings.
    “God!”
    “Wrong again.” He slammed her again and enjoyed the delicious squeeze of his retreat.
    “Oh, shit!” She tugged taut on the restraints.
    “Better. Two-word sentence.” He plunged in again and withdrew in agonizing ecstasy. Damn, he wanted to take her rough and fast. “But that's still half of what you need to say.”
    “Please,” she relented. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
    “Good girl,” he grunted and plunged into her the final time. Again and again he pounded into her pussy, short and sweet, long and hard, grinding against her clit with each advance. She was the perfect size.
    “You were made for me, Mariah.”
    She moaned with each thrust of his pelvis. So tight and sweet that he groaned. He wanted her thoroughly fucked and satiated, and he needed her to know exactly who was delivering this. “Eyes. On. Me.”
    She flicked open her eyes at his command. The lust he'd seen before had turned into something mutual—something softer, deeper. Liquid gathered in her eyes.
    “Come,” he growled, ploughing her to the hilt and slamming into her clit. “Give it to me. Now.”
    She screamed; the sound of her release ricocheted off the walls. A blast of heat shot from his balls as she milked every drop of his cum into the receiving well of rubber. Collapsing onto her chest, he kissed away her tears.
    “Mariah,” he breathed, one hand clutching her around the neck and the other near her low back. She was soft and fragrant, as limp as noodles—her walls completely stripped. Yes, this was the Mariah he had seen beyond the glossy pages of Entrepreneur Now. And he wanted this— all of this. Her . More.
    After their heart rates evened, he eased out of her and discarded the condom. Releasing and pocketing her restraints, he massaged her wrists and ankles. She would probably have welts on the right side where the handcuffs had cut into her flesh when she pulled at the restraints. He hoped the silk in his tie was a little bit more forgiving. Then again, he did handcuff both hands before he took her all sprawled out.
    He looked deep in her eyes again, the baby blues still shedding a tear or two. Cupping her neck with one hand and her butt cheek with the other, he carried her and sat her down on his lap again in the office chair. He didn't want to break the silence, fearing that the magic of the moment would disappear. She was trembling, he realized, from aftershocks still wracking through her.
    He engulfed her in his arms and held her as she shook and shed the last of her tears. He squeezed his eyes shut, relishing the feel of her arms returning his affection. In his mind's eye, what came into crystal clear vision was the look she had in her eyes right before she came. That look—that deeper, softer look—was not the look of lust but one that conveyed affection. Yes, that was it. They both felt it.
    “Mariah,” he said, his voice tender. Despite