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“You okay?” Jamie’s face was etched with concern.

I nodded. “It hurts. But it feels good, too.” It seared, but pulsed with pleasure, too. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

He brought a hand up to my jaw. “We can stop anytime.”

I looked into Jamie’s eyes. I trusted him completely. He would always protect me, shield me from harm.

“No,” I said, pressing my hands against his firm stomach, preparing to sink farther onto him.

Jamie’s hands slid down to my hips, holding me steady. “Breathe, baby.”

I did. I breathed, loosening my body and lowering another inch. I started gritting my teeth as the stretch increased, but Jamie took a breath, massaging the spot next to my hips, and I loosened once more, slipping farther.

“Oh God,” I said as I pulled up and then down to where I was again.

“There’s no hurry,” Jamie soothed. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”

I took a breath, making a conscious effort to unclench my muscles all the way. I loved the way his brows furrowed as I took more of him. The pain was mostly gone now. It was all pleasure, gliding across my whole lower half, filling me with heat.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Okay?”

“I’m ready. You do the rest.”

He met my eyes. “You sure, baby?”

“Yes. I can take you.”

He gripped my hips tight, lowering me more. But he was going too slow.

“Faster!” I was being demanding, but I didn’t care. I was ready to be fucked by my boss. I’d been ready for so long.

Jamie scowled and sat up, still inside me. Then he flipped me onto my back as easily as if I was a rag doll.

“I think you’re forgetting”—he said, pulling out—“that I’m the boss.”

He clenched his jaw, his eyes dancing. Then he plunged his full length into me.

“Oh God!” I screamed. “Jamie!” I was filled to the brim with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he gritted as he pulled out and thrust in again. “Such a good girl.”

I lifted my hips to take him. “That all you got?”

His jaw dropped, then he shook his head. “You’re going on Santa’s naughty list. You know that, right? Straight to the top.”

“If this is what it takes,” I said, biting my lip just because I knew the effect it would have on him.

Jamie growled and lifted one of my legs up, pinning it to my chest. His next thrust was harder. Deeper.

“You’re not going to be able to walk after I’m done.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He gripped my breast with one hand as he thrust into me again, this time hard enough to make my eyes roll back in my head as I slid up the bed. “Yes,” I said. “That’s what I wanted.”

He did it again. And again. “That better, baby? You want to get fucked hard, don’t you?”

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