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I press closer without thinking, craving more contact.

His fingers flex against me. “Blue.”

The song ends, but Connor doesn’t release me and instead guides me off the dance floor into the shadows. His eyes gleam behind the mask as he presses me against the wall, hands bracketing my head. “I want to kiss you right now.”

“No.” I glance around to ensure no one is watching us. “People will see.”

“Let them see. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

A delicious shiver runs down my spine at his possessive tone. “Connor, we can’t. Not here.”

He nips my earlobe in reprimand, a silent command to be quiet. I whimper, arousal pooling between my legs.

“Your office then. Now.” He growls and takes my hand, leading me through the crowd with purposeful strides.

By the time we reach it, I’m breathless with need. Connor slams the door behind us, caging me against it as his mouth crashes over mine. I clutch at his shirt, needing and wanting more.

His hands roam over my body, tugging at my dress, groping greedily.

“Look at you.” He drags the neckline down to expose my breasts and pinches a nipple, twisting just enough to elicit a cry of pained pleasure.

“There’s my good girl.” He kisses me fiercely, tugging at his belt. “Bend over the desk for me. Now.”

I hurry to my desk and brace my hands on the smooth wood.

He comes up behind me, nudging my legs farther apart with his knee.

His fingers bunch my dress up and glide over the soaked fabric of my panties, circling my clit through the thin barrier. “So fucking wet for me.” He rips off my panties, stroking my slick folds.

I whimper, rocking my hips against his hand.

“I want you so bad.” He drags his cock along my opening, watching me squirm in need. “Do you want me just as bad, Blue?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Connor.”

He pauses for a moment before filling me inch by inch up with his cock. I moan loudly, beyond caring who might hear us. His hands grip my hips in a bruising hold, and then he slams into me.

I cry out at the intrusion.

“That’s it, baby. Just feel.” He sets a punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

A sharp crack echoes through the room as his hand comes down on my ass. The sting fades into a warm glow of pleasure, intensifying the feel of him moving inside me.

“You like that?” He gives me another firm smack.

I can only moan in response, too far gone to form words. The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, heightening every sensation. His cock drags along my inner walls with each stroke, pushing me closer and closer to my sweet release.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.” I moan.

“Damn right, you do.” His fingers weave into my hair, exposing my neck. “You’re mine, Mary. No one else’s. Say it.”

“Yours, Connor.”

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