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By the time we make it to the elevator, she’s shivering.

I take off my jacket. “Here.”

“No.” She holds up her hands. “Just hug me.”

“I got a better idea.” I hit the button for the 6th floor, and as soon as the doors are closed, I kiss her.

Mary shoves at my chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, crowding her against the wall. “Are you still cold?”

She sucks in a sharp breath, chest heaving against mine. I duck my head and run my nose along her neck, breathing in her scent.

“This isn’t right,” she protests weakly.

“No, it’s not.” I nip at her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan. “But that’s what makes it so fun, isn’t it?”

She turns her head to the side, baring the long line of her throat. I trace my tongue down to the hollow at its base, and she whimpers.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this. I know your father doesn’t mind.”

When she remains silent, I grin against her skin.

“That’s what I thought.” I release her wrists and grip her thighs, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around my waist.

Her hands trail up my chest and close around my neck, scratching my nape. She hauls me down to her, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. My hands roam over her wet dress, squeezing and caressing.

“Still think you’re in control here?” I ask.

She shakes her head, eyes closed.

“Good.” I draw back to look at her, taking in her kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. She’s breathtaking like this, trembling with need and desire.

My fingers reach her slick core. Fuck.

“Tell me you did this for me,” I say.

“What?”

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

Her cheeks flush. “I…”

“Tell me.”

Her fingers twist in my hair as I plunge two fingers inside her, hot and slick and ready for me.

She cries out, the sound echoing in the small space. “For you. It’s for you.”

“Good girl.” I withdraw my fingers and lift her higher on the railing. Then I free my cock and nudge her entrance with the tip.

The elevator doors slide open, and with that, Mary’s eyes, too, panic flashing across her features. “Connor?”

“I’m not done with you.” I pin her in place with my body, blocking the view from outside. “You’re mine, Mary. No one else can have you.” Inch by inch, I impale her with my cock.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and her lips part in a silent moan.

The doors begin to close, but I wedge my foot between them. We’re out of sight for now, hidden in this small space, but anyone could walk in and discover us at any moment.

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