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“What are you doing?” She fights against the restraint.

“Making sure you keep your hands to yourself, Blue.” I smirk down at her flushed face. “Wouldn’t want you getting too eager now, would we?”

She huffs but doesn’t protest further. I can see the excitement dancing in her eyes, the way her pulse quickens at her throat. She wants this as much as I do.

My fingers trail down her arms, over her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts. I take my time exploring, reveling in each shiver and gasp I elicit from her.

“Connor, please…” She arches into my touch, seeking more.

“You’ll keep your hands there until I say otherwise.” I grind my hips, dragging my length over her clit. “Understand?”

“Yes.” She whines softly.

I should take this slower. Make her wait. But I’m a greedy bastard, and this is what I’ve craved, what I’ve been denying myself for so damn long.

“You’re driving me crazy.” I growl, kissing her jaw. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She cranes her neck to give me better access. “I can’t stop thinking about you, either.”

“Mmm, do you imagine my hands on you, Blue? My mouth?” I glide my hand down her body, cupping her breast.

“Yes.” Her nipple pebbles under my palm.

“Do you touch yourself when you think of me?”

“Sometimes.”

“Tell me about it.”

She shakes her head, a strand of that gorgeous hair falling into her eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I bet you touch yourself here, don’t you?” My thumb finds her clit, rubbing gently in a counter-clockwise motion. “You like it when I touch you like this?”

She bucks against my hand, eyes drifting shut. “Yes.”

“Open your eyes. Watch me as I’ll fill your sweet pussy with my cock.”

The blue depths, hazy with lust, greet me as I work my fingers between her slick folds and position myself.

With a hard thrust, I sink into her tight pussy. We both groan at the sensation. She’s scorching and slick, pulsing around me. I ease out until just the tip remains and wait. She squirms beneath me, trying to take me back in.

“Be still.” I grip her legs in warning.

She forces herself to comply, though I can see the effort it takes. Her fingers digging into the edge of the desk, and her chest rising and falling in quick succession.

“Tomorrow, 8 sharp,” I say.

She sucks in a sharp breath. “What?”

I push back in shallowly, barely giving her an inch. “I’ll pick you up, and we’ll have our date.”

“Connor, please.”

“You just have to say yes.”

“Fine, whatever you want, and now please…” She tries to tilt her hips up, but it’s no use with my grip on her.

“When?”

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