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I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her.

She’s sitting on the edge of her desk now, legs spread wide, inviting me in. Her blue eyes are filled with lust and want. Two things that drive me wild.

Her breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath she takes, and her nipples are hard. I flick one with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and tugging gently.

She moans, lifting her chest further to me. “Connor… we shouldn’t…”

Goddammit, hearing her say my name like that practically brings me to my knees.

“Shouldn’t what?” My fingers find her other nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive nub. “Feel this?”

“Oh god…”

“Want this?” I shove one finger inside her. “Need this?”

She whimpers, squirming against the desk. Every subtle movement rubs her bare sex against my hand and finger, and I grip her hips to still her. She’s not getting off that easily.

“You’re so wet, Blue. Is this all for me?” I add another finger, stroking gently as I suck on her hard nipple.

She cries out, inner walls clenching.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, yes, it’s for you.” She rocks down into my hand, her hands fisting the expensive fabric of her skirt.

“All these blind dates and rich boys don’t satisfy you like I will.”

“No,” she whimpers.

“Chris won’t.”

“Was never in the picture.”

“His loss. You deserve better than someone who would leave you.”

“You won’t?”

“I will never leave you, Blue. Not unless you ask me to.” And not even then.

I will always be your shadow.

“Please…” She sounds desperate now, needy.

I curl my fingers and rub firmly over the sensitive spot inside her, wringing a strangled shout from her throat. She’s close already, wound tight from days of denial, need, and avoiding me.

“I’m going to take you apart first.” I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my lips, tasting her with a hum. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Mary’s eyes widen, tracking my every movement.

Can’t she always look at me like that?

She fixates on my hands as I free myself from my trousers and boxers and grasp my cock, running the head through her wet folds. She jerks, hands flying to my shoulders.

I capture her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, settling my weight over her. “Keep your hands there.”

She nods frantically, chest heaving.

I remove my tie and secure her wrists with the silky fabric, tying it tightly.

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