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“Yes, Blue?” I inch closer. Our faces are just millimeters apart now.

Her lips part slightly. “I just… I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to—”

“Why not?”

“You work for my father. It’s inappropriate.”

“Is it?” I nip at her earlobe. “I seem to remember you enjoying being inappropriate with me before. Is it because I’m not ‘good enough’ for you? Because I don’t fit into your perfect little world? Because I’m not like the guys you dated before?”

Mary chuckles. “In my mother’s eyes, yes.”

“Well, good thing it’s not your mother I like to fuck. So what about you?”

Her gaze drops to my mouth, lingering. “I don’t know.”

“Are you trying to torture me?” I stroke my thumb over the pulse in her neck.

Her eyes fall shut, lashes trembling. “No.”

“You’ve been avoiding me all week, and now this. Look at me.”

She obeys without hesitation, gazing up at me with eyes dark with need. I stare into their depths and see the truth she’s been trying so hard to hide from us both.

“Say it. Tell me the fucking truth.” I lean in until our lips nearly touch, feeling her ragged breaths against my mouth. “Do you not want me?”

Mary surges forward, crashing her lips against mine. I groan into her mouth, claiming victory, and yank her to her feet.

I back her against the desk, gripping her waist to lift her onto the edge. Papers scatter and pens roll onto the floor. Mary gasps, legs parting for me on instinct.

She’s already mine. She just needed a reminder.

I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck. “You’re mine. And you want me.”

She arches into me, surrendering herself fully.

“Say it, Blue.”

“I want you.”

I kiss her, swallowing her startled moan. She matches my desperation, her hands fisting in the front of my shirt to drag me closer.

Just the way I want her.

Mine.

I’m going to erase any doubt she has to the contrary.

With each touch, her breath quickens, fueling my hunger, and I move lower, unbuttoning her blouse, savoring every millimeter of exposed skin.

Reaching her breasts, I take a moment to admire their perfection—pale globes and tightened nipples demanding attention. I cup them, enjoying the weight in my palms. Then, I tweak her nipples lightly, earning a moan.

Moving further south, I trace lazy circles and slide my hand under her skirt, finding her pussy already damp through the fabric. And there goes my patience.

Mary gasps as I shove her skirt up and over her hips, baring the lacy scrap of underwear she’s wearing.

I growl, tracing a finger over the damp silk stretched between her thighs. “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”

Her cheeks flame, but she doesn’t deny it. I grin and hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs. “Such a naughty girl. I should punish you for teasing me like this.”

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