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him as I spread the fabric and allow him a brief glimpse of the matching thong.
    It’s so naughty taunting him this way, and even more dangerous when I consider where we are, but I know the risk is worth it when his lips thin and he pushes upright, watching me predatorily.
    “You want to be fucked?” he asks.
    I nod and prove the point by pushing the skirt down and kicking it away. With my shirt open and hanging off my shoulders, I open my legs and stroke my right hand over my thighs, moaning at the sensation.
    “You missed me too, didn’t you?” he growls, and I know it bugs him that I haven’t said it yet.
    I remain silent and watch him frown slightly.
    “You won’t tell me?”
    I shake my head and run my hands up to cup my bra-covered breasts, trying to recapture the mood. Gregory takes an audible breath, his eyes focusing where my fingers glance over my nipples, and I know I have him back where I want him.
    “God you’re beautiful,” he growls, pausing just feet away, so close and yet far enough that I’m left disappointed.
    “And you’re still dressed and too far away,” I retort, sliding my hand between my breasts and down my belly, pausing at the low-riding waistband of the thong.
    I’m hot and ready and so achy I have to press my thighs together for a small relief.
    “Ah, but you haven’t given me what I want,” he drawls, prowling over and dropping to his knees to insinuate himself between my legs. “Should I tease you, Hannah, darlin’?”
    I moan when he leans in and blows a breath over a nipple.
    “Tell me what I want to hear, darlin’.”
    Another moan escapes when he licks a path from my parted lips down through the valley between my breasts, stopping to dip his tongue into my navel and then pull it down to the edge of the thong.
    I feel his breath there, almost but not quite where I need him, and I push up, groaning when his hands clamp around my hips and hold me in place.
    “Nuh-uh, Hannah, I told you what I want, darlin’. I’ll give you what you want as soon as you surrender.”
    “Please.”
    “I like the sound of that, babe, but it’s not quite what I’m going for.”
    Without warning he dips his head and settles his mouth over me, rubbing at my clit through the lace in a slow swirl of his tongue. I reach my right hand out and spear my fingers though his hair as I bite into my lips.
    “Greg, please.”
    He looks up and holds my eyes, rubbing me just to the point of need and then stopping, his eyes demanding when I still refuse him.
    “You’d better tell me, Han. Tell me, or I’m going to put these clothes back on you and send you back to work,” he warns, closing his teeth gently around my clit. “Tell me, and I’ll make you come.”
    My resistance crumbles, toppling like a stack of cards when he intensifies the pressure and breathes heavily along my folds. I’m so close now, so strung with need I’ll give him whatever he wants if only he’ll take me to that place where nothing exists but him and me and the pleasure we give each other.
    “I…oh, harder…I missed you,” I moan, almost yelling my satisfaction when he grabs my hips and yanks me to the edge of the sofa, burying his face deeper and licking with the force I need.
    “Good girl,” he growls, rubbing and nipping at me until I’m wet and so close to orgasm I’m begging for him to get me there.
    “You’re so beautiful, darlin’, so perfect,” he snarls, lifting his mouth away from me to hook his fingers into the thin band and jerk, ripping my underwear in half.
    His eyes are wild, and yet he’s gentle and teasing when he lowers his head again and licks me from my opening to the edge of my crease, his eyes closing in ecstasy.
    “Jerking off while trying to remember your taste is not satisfying,” he mumbles against my folds, the tickling sensation of his words pushing me closer to the edge.
    “Greg, let me come. Please.”
    My hand is in his hair, pulling as I grind closer. He grunts, and I