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I stand up. Slowly. Rising from my seat as if in a dream. I can’t take my eyes off Hugo’s lips.
“Everything?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
My body trembles as his eyes lower to my hips and then slowly make their way over my body.
I like how it feels when he looks at me. Nobody’s ever looked at me like this before. Like I’m the most beautiful woman in the whole world. Like they want to rip my clothes off and do terrible, tantalizing things to my body.
“Well,” I admit, “not quite everything.”
He takes another step closer. We’re almost touching. I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “What’s missing, Claire?” he asks. “Tell me, and I’ll make it come true. Consider me your own private genie.”
I look down at my hands. I feel so exposed in front of him. It’s not easy for me to express my feelings. Not to a man like this. I’m half expecting him to laugh in my face and kick me out the door.
“You.”
He puts a hand on my hip and pulls me close. The feel of his fingers gripping my flesh, even through the thin fabric of my skirt, makes my pussy shudder.
“Say that again, Claire.” His lips gently graze my cheek. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
I bite my lip. Lean my head back. Succumb to the pleasure of his touch.
“I want you, Hugo Rider. Since the moment I set eyes on you, I’ve wanted you… bad.”
“Oh, Claire,” he growls.
“Every night, I go to bed with my hand between my legs. Thinking what it would be like to have you beside me. Naked. Your huge, chiseled body pressed against my curves. Your fingers gliding through my wet, wanting lips.”
Hugo bites my neck. Gently. I moan his name as his hands begin to explore my body.
It’s the greatest feeling in all the world. I never want it to stop.
“What else?” he asks. “What about now?”
“Now?” I hold onto his bicep. It’s so big and solid it feels like I’m gripping a tree trunk. “Now I want you to take off all your clothes. I want you to spin me around and sink that big, fat cock of yours between my legs. I want to ride you like the fucking stallion you are. Drain your balls of their delicious white elixir. I want to feel your hands on my breasts and your breath on my neck as your long, thick dick delves deep inside my core. And when it’s over, and my legs are so wobbly I can barely stand, I want you to lay down so I can sit on your face and smother you with my pussy.”
“Yes, Claire.” He grabs the back of my neck. Suddenly our lips are meshed together. His tongue is flicking in and out of my mouth. My nipples are so hard I’m surprised they don’t cut through the material of my bra. “A million times yes. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you walked through the door, either. And every single day, I find out something new about you. Every day, I get more and more impressed by your tenacity. Your charm. Your intelligence. Your beauty. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and if I don’t fuck you right now I think I’m going to explode.”
He rips open my shirt. Little light blue buttons pop into the air and bounce along the thick, expensive carpet.
He gazes for a second at my breasts with a wicked smile on his face, before burying his lips deep in my cleavage.
“Oh, god,” he groans. “You taste so fucking good.”
I fist the hair on the back of his head. Pushing my chest into his face.
He lifts me up and carries me to his desk. The whole time, we kiss and grind against each other.
"I wasn’t joking about wanting to see you naked,” I say.
“Your wish is my command.”
He takes a step back, leaving me to sit on his desk.
Slowly, he undoes his tie. And then the buttons on his shirt. Before I know it, he’s standing before me without a stitch of clothing covering his perfect, godlike body.
“Oh, my.”
He’s more amazing than I ever thought possible. His wide, square shoulders lead down to incredible pecs. An eight-pack so well defined it almost doesn’t look real. And below that… a huge, thick cock pointing straight at me. Its tip glistening in the light. Covered in precum.
