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gorgeous.” Greg stalked toward her and pulled her against him. His hard cock butted up against her belly and her breasts were teased by the sparse hair of his chest as he bent to take her mouth in a demanding kiss.
    Their first kiss. Incredible but true. She had never really considered herself a fan of making out—could take it or leave it—but with Greg she found herself melting against him and meeting the onslaught of his tongue with her own.
    His skin was so warm against hers and she opened her legs a bit. He shifted his stance almost instantly, appearing to read her mind as he inserted a thigh between hers and gave her the pressure she was seeking. As she rocked against him, their kisses grew deep and probing, mimicking what she was dying for. He ran a hand up to cup her breast and tease his thumb across her nipple, and the sensation arrowed straight down to her clit. She ground against him. God, he made her hot. Everything about him tripped every trigger she had.
    When he pulled away, she moaned in protest then squeaked as he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto the edge of the desk. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and used his shoulders to spread her wide before his gaze.
    “Turnabout is fair play, and I’m always fair.” He ran his hands along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and used the flat of his tongue to separate her folds.
    She braced herself back on her hands and willingly submitted to his ministrations. When he suckled her clit, she snapped her head up so fast she almost hurt herself. “Fuck, oh my fucking God. Greg…”
    Between sucks and flicks of his tongue, he had her coming unglued and she went with it, crashing over into a hard and breath-stealing orgasm, arching against his mouth.
    “Ahh.” Sienna reached down, desperate to get a grip on his hair, but it was too short to really grasp. He got the hint, though, and eased away from her, kissing his way up her belly to her breast. She ran her hand from the back of his head under his chin and forced him up from his attentions to her clit.
    “Condom,” she reminded him, needing that girth stretching her walls like she needed her next breath. She licked her dry lips and he watched with heavy-lidded eyes that widened when she reached down to grasp his cock, using the head to run over her sensitized clit.
    That prompt got him going in the right direction and he hurriedly ripped the packet open. Once sheathed, he resumed using his dick to toy with her clit, rubbing it in short strokes over and back then dipping down to her slick entrance.
    “Oh yeah. That’s hot,” he admired, alternating between watching the action and looking at her face.
    “Yes.” She couldn’t hold her head up anymore and arched her chest as she let her eyes close. The additional moisture he gathered gave the friction more of a glide, and that quickly ramped her up again.
    “In me,” she demanded, opening her eyes again. Sienna could tell he was fast reaching the end of his admirable patience. A flush had moved up his chest to his neck and cheeks, and he was breathing heavily.
    He took a deep breath and held it as he prodded at her entrance then sank inside, grasping her hips. The feel of him pushing inside her—finally—almost had her coming again on the spot. She held her breath along with him until he was all the way inside her, then released it in a huge, ragged exhale that ended on a moan.
    “God, you’re perfect.”
    Though it was far from true, it was nice to hear. Still, she shook her head. “I think you take that title. Now quit being the perfect gentleman and fuck me already.”
    His gaze darkened with heat. “Yes, ma’am.” He gave her hips a sharp tug so she was almost off the desk then bent over, pinning her down on her back with his weight on her chest. Setting a relentless pace with his hips, he finally lost his restraint and fucked her hard, just like she’d wanted.
    It was far and away the most intense sex she’d ever