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He pulls me closer, his other hand reaching to tangle in my hair as our kiss grows more urgent. I can feel the tension melting away as he takes control, my body responding to his every touch.

It’s as if my body feels that I can trust him, and for once in my life I’m not reading too much into the movements because I’m desperate for a connection. I’m listening to my body, listening to my gut, and leaning into this man with my body and my heart.

It’s a nice change.

With a growl, he breaks the kiss, lifting me easily and carrying me toward the office door.

“I need you,” I whisper, my eyes pleading with him.

He responds by pulling away from me, his dark eyes imploring mine.

Did I do something wrong?

I close my eyes, pushing that intrusive thought away. I’m not that insecure, scared little girl anymore. I no longer think that everyone’s actions are because I did something wrong.

He briskly walks to the door, shuts it, and turns the lock before he crosses back to me. He grabs me in a hungry, passionate kiss. His hands are tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head quickly.

I reach up, undoing his buttons as he pushes my skirt up and off. In the dim light of the office, he lifts me onto the desk, our eyes locked in a mix of desire and need.

His hands are everywhere, exploring and touching me in all the right places. I let out a small moan, feeling his warm breath against my skin as he travels down my body.

“Garrett, I don’t…” I start, biting my lip in embarrassment, before I blow out a breath and finish. “I don’t need foreplay or any of that right now. I need you to fuck me.”

I close my eyes, the tears threatening to spill over now as I realize that I let another intrusive thought escape verbally.

Minimizing my needs and wants, telling him what I think he wants to hear—that’s what those words really meant, and as he looks directly into my eyes and cups my chin again, I can’t find my voice.

“I know what you need, baby. Just trust me,” he chuckles lowly with a hint of a smile.

The words are so soft and gentle that they feel more like a caress and a promise than anything. I bite my bottom lip as I watch him shuck his pants before he positions himself between my legs. Heat pools at my core.

I want him. I need him.

He enters me smoothly and with ease, our bodies fitting together perfectly. “Mmm,” I whisper, wanting to feel every inch of him.

He starts slowly, kissing me gently and deepening his thrusts with each passing moment. His lips are warm and soft against mine as he continues to move inside me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Yes,” I moan, my hands gripping his back as I push up to meet his every thrust. “Garrett, harder,” I beg him, wanting to feel him deeper within me.

He obliges, his movements becoming more urgent as he loses himself in our passion. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, the only other sound being our heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan.

As he continues, a feeling builds deep inside me. I cling to him tightly, my nails digging into his back as I feel the release start to wash over me. “I’m going to come,” I gasp out, my voice shaking slightly.

It’s all it takes for him to follow suit, his movements stuttering before he groans out loud as he comes.

We both pant heavily as our bodies start to calm down. I can feel the stickiness of our combined passion on my stomach and thighs, a testament to the intense moment we just shared.

He leans down, kissing me gently before he pulls out of me. I whimper softly.

I look down at his engorged shaft as it’s dripping with our combined juices. I’m waiting for him to tuck himself back into his pants, make some sorry excuse as to why he needs to go and then leave me here wanting more. I mean, he got what he wanted, right? Why does he need to stay any longer?

Chapter Fifteen

Garrett

This woman, I swear. I can tell by the look on her face and the way that she won’t look me in the eye that she’s worried I’m going to walk away from her right now.

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