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Liam

Mila lay on her desk, her skirt shoved up to her hips. I sat in her chair with her feet on my thighs and her butt in my hands.

It had been a week since we’d started sleeping together.

A week of mind-blowing sex and sexy little innuendos that made my dick stand up and pay attention almost every time Mila glanced at me.

She had an appointment in an hour and a half but had told me that until then, she was mine.

Mine…

It was an enticing thought and a terrifying one.

Determined not to let myself fall down that trap, I pressed my mouth against her wet, slick flesh and tasted her.

It was a taste I could gorge on.

Shewas something I could gorge on.

I’d been doing it for the past week, and every time I thought I might have a handle on things, she just shook the mix up even more.

Mila rocked her hips up to meet me.

I squeezed her perfect ass, molding the supple flesh with my hands.

After the past week, I’d gotten better at figuring out what she liked without her having to tell me, so I gave it to her, using my teeth to tug at her clit, then circling my tongue over and over.

I stopped just shy of bringing her to orgasm though.

She cried out in dismay as I lifted my head, looking down at her.

She wiggled impatiently. “More…” she demanded.

I shook my head, standing up and pulling her to her feet.

She didn’t resist as I turned her away. No, she actually bent over the desk in front of her as if she knew exactly what was on my mind.

The sight was almost enough to put me on my knees.

She’d worn a skinny skirt today that outlined her ass in ways that ought to be illegal, and while she’d been walking up the stairs, my eyes had been locked on said ass.

All morning, I’d thought about doing something like this.

She’d already dropped a condom on the desk, so I grabbed it and tore it open, fumbling only a little.

She rocked back against me as I pressed the head of my dick to the wet folds between her thighs.

I gripped her hip as she started to push back on me. “Be still,” I said. I didn’t want her taking control of this, not now.

Slowly, I pressed forward until she’d taken all of me, then I withdrew. I sank inside her again, watching as she stretched wide around my latex-sheathed cock.

She whimpered and twisted against me. “Quit teasing, Liam,” she said, her voice rough and ragged.

I wasn’t. I was…lost in her. I kept the same slow pace up, and soon, she was grabbing at the table, thrusting back onto me. Or trying, at least. I still held her body in place.

She tightened around me, making my eyes almost cross from the pleasure.

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