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“You still like it dirty?” he whispered, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

“Ohmigod,” I groaned out. “Yes.”

He removed his hand and slapped it against my soaked folds. “Spread.”

I spread. It wasn’t easy in heels, but I made it work, knowing that whatever he planned to do to my body would be worth any discomfort I might endure.

Unzipping my skirt, he tugged my wet blouse from the waistband and slid his hand up my back to unhook my bra.

“Take these off, Cricket, or I’m gonna rip them off. Leave the skirt.”

With shaky hands, I unbuttoned my blouse and let it and my bra fall to the floor.

He pushed me back against the wall, the roughness of the wallpaper stroking my nipples into tight pebbles. His chest settled against my back and I bit my lip… hard. He’d removed his shirt and the feeling of his muscular, smooth skin pressed against me almost made me come.

His hand went back between my legs, slapping me once, then twice, and I whimpered out, “Jase.”

“You like this?”

I hummed in acquiescence and was rewarded with another slap. “Don’t come,” he ordered, sliding three fingers inside of me and stroking me deep enough to hit my G-spot.

“Oh, God.”

“Not God.” His fingers twisted, and my body shuddered. I didn’t know how much more I could take. “Me.”

He pulled out again and a finger went to my clit, then he slapped me, and I cried out as an orgasm washed over me.

“I told you not to come,” he said, as he turned me to face him again.

I watched him through hooded eyes as he licked his fingers clean, then ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Take your skirt off. Leave the shoes.”

I bit my lip and shimmied out of my skirt. He took my hand and held me steady as I stepped out of the fabric. I took in his body… what I could see of it, anyway. His chest was wider, much more muscular than when we’d first been intimate, and I ached to run my tongue over every ridge. He was also much tanner than he had been back then. Gone was the paleness of the Pacific Northwest, replaced with a golden brown that made him more beautiful.

When he’d met me at the curb, I’d lost my ability to think for a moment. He’d been dressed in a black suit that appeared to be made for him, a dark grey shirt and silver tie. He was beautiful, but the first thing I thought of was how much I wanted that tie binding me to the bed.

He led me to the desk against the wall, and gently pushed me back until my bottom grazed the edge. “Brace, baby.”

I nodded and gripped the edge.

“Spread.”

I spread, and he slapped my pussy a few times, sliding his finger through my wet folds to my clit. “Wider.”

I spread wider, and he knelt in front of me, running his tongue over my clit, then blowing gently against it. The burst of cold air gave me delicious goosebumps that raised the level of my anticipation.

His mouth pressed against my pussy, then he sucked my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me. I almost came apart right then, but Jase still knew me and my body, and backed off just enough to irritate me. “Jase,” I hissed.

Keeping his hand between my legs, he rose to his feet and leaned over to kiss me. He continued to work my pussy with an expertise that always amazed me, and as my climax hit, his mouth covered mine again and he kissed me as I whimpered.

“Better?” he asked.

I nodded and ran my hand over his rock-hard cock. “Let me return the favor.”

“No.”

“What?” Jase Vincentneverturned down a blow job. Ever.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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