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taste you again.”
    With her mind a befuddled mess of lust and frustration, she complied, letting him explore her mouth further.
    “Good girl.” Returning to her mouth, he sucked and lapped at her tongue.
    Maiya was swept up in a tornado of stimulation and the room spun around her. The need to climax rode her like the devil himself was chasing her to hell. Gasping for air between kisses, the pressure inside her body grew. She wanted him inside her; to stretch and fill her, take her as hard as he wanted to. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked against him, rubbing her swollen clit against the hard ridge behind his zipper. It wasn’t enough, but she’d be damned if she would beg him for release. “Dammit, Ryan.”
    “All you have to do is ask.”
    “You’re killing me.” She rubbed against him again, trying for all it was worth to gain more contact. Sonofabitch. “I’m so close… Don’t make me… Oh God, please?”
    He cupped one breast, rolling her nipple between his fingertips. “Please what?”
    I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I don’t care anymore. “Please let me come? Please?”
    He growled, jerked her off the table and sat in the chair behind them with her astride his lap. “Ride me, Maiya. I want you to come so hard you soak right through those fuck-me pants of yours.”
    “Oh God. Yes.” Aligning her clit with his hard length she rolled her hips.
    Ryan palmed both of her breasts and pressed them together, and then licked, sucked and bit each nipple. The sting of each bite and the soothing brush of his tongue over the tight peaks made her clit pulse and her channel clench down on itself.
    Maiya flew apart. Her orgasm hit with the force of an earthquake, and she bit down on the palm of her hand to keep from screaming his name. Waves of powerful aftershocks traveled through her body and goose pimples broke out along her heated, sweat-slick skin. Breathless, she slumped against him.
    He stroked her hair and back, and they stayed in silence for a few minutes, each trying to catch their breath.
    As the crash from the high hit hard, shock at what they’d done parked front and center in her mind. “That was crazy. And I can’t believe I begged you.”
    “You’ll beg me the next time too. Then, when I let you come you’ll scream my name.” Ryan twined his fingers in her long hair, pulled her head up from his shoulder and kissed her.
    Maiya took in his words. They jabbed at her independent side, but she chose to ignore them and focus on the kiss. When she broke from his lips, breathless once again, she rubbed against him one last time. He was still hard. “You didn’t come, did you?”
    “It’s fine.”
    “The hell it is.” She climbed down his lap and knelt in front of him.
    “Maiya, what are you doing?”
    It was quite clear to her what she was doing: taking back some of the control she’d given over to him. He didn’t climax and she wasn’t having it. Plus, the desire to feel him slide between her lips trumped the thoughts of why they should get the hell out of the office before someone caught them in the act. The idea of being caught sent bolts of fear shooting through her, but it also had her pulse pounding with excitement. The risk of it all made everything much more titillating.
    “Answer me, Maiya.”
    She glanced at him and licked her lips, but said nothing.
    “Woman. I’m gonn—”
    Maiya ran her palm up his length through his pants and he gasped. She reached for his belt an—
    A knock sounded at the door.
    Oh my God! Maiya jumped to her feet and tugged her shirt closed.
    “Get under the table.” Ryan smoothed his hair and arranged the bulge in his pants and then walked to the door.
    “What? Under the fucking table? Are you nuts?”
    “Do as I say, Maiya. Now,” he whispered.
    She stared at him for a heartbeat and then crawled under the table to the far end, hiding herself in the shadows of the chairs. Dammit, dammit!
    Ryan opened the door. “Oh, hey,