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Everything about the woman was devastating and there was no turning back my desires.

She’d not only accidentally stepped into my world; she’d crashed into it on purpose.

She was mine and there was nothing anyone could do, including the beguiling enchantress, to change that.

A single rough tug of her head backward and I dropped mine, crushing my lips over hers. Her fingers dug into my legs as I kissed her. There was no gentleness about my actions. I was simply in too much need for her.

Her moan, which I caught, encapsulated the moment. I had a gorgeous naked woman on her knees in front of me, her voluptuous body calling to the beast inside. I swept my tongue inside, enjoying the sweet taste of her.

Cinnamon, a favorite flavor, a hint spicy to suit her personality. My cock was straining against the material, pinched by the zipper. As hungry as I was, the need to consume her mouth was completely overpowering.

She crawled her fingers up my shirt, clenching them tightly and arching her back. The way she’d enticed me, challenging me on purpose had increased my appetite, leaving me ravenous for her.

Every sound made was thoroughly animalistic, both of us consumed by lust. She worked on my tie, yanking the knot free while our lips remained locked together. I wasn’t much in the mood for foreplay, the spanking igniting everything I’d come to expect from spending time with her.

Her breathing labored, she worked on the buttons on my shirt, her actions fervent while I consumed her mouth.

With the heat exploding between us, I yanked her back by a few inches. Her heavy breathing brought a smile. Everything about her was perfect, a woman meant to be worshipped.

I’d meant what I’d said to her. Women were meant to be treasured, and she was a precious creature.

All I could think about was that she was fucking mine.

As if intended all along.

From that night on the terrace.

I bit her chin, savoring the moans slipping past her swollen lips. Everything about her drove me crazy, especially the way she looked at me.

Even now.

Her eyes were deep and smoky, her own needs keeping them smoldering with reticent fire that often mocked me. I yanked the pin from her hair, watching in fascination as the tendrils of her long, dark curls fanned around her shoulders.

I’d learned so many important things about her with her determination to discover every dangerous secret. She was the strongest woman I’d ever met, even if her resolve and her caustic mouth could get her killed.

She would need to be controlled.

I rolled my fingers down her chest, flicking one across her nipple. She bore a smile that could easily drive a man six feet under, her sass more evident than usual. Her hands slipped down my chest, determined fingers unfastening my trousers. When she peeled the material aside, her eyes darted toward the prize she was searching for.

If the woman hungered for my cock, I wasn’t about to keep her from obtaining what she craved. Sitting back, I even slouched in the chair to give her better access. Perhaps I was being a selfish man in allowing her to fulfill a craving I’d had about her since she’d started working with me.

There’d been times all I’d been able to think about was having her naked on her knees under my desk. Every powerful man’s fantasy.

Her fingers were hot, scalding my dick as she pulled it free. I watched her every move as she licked her lips in appreciation of seeing the glisten of pre-cum. While running a single nail down the side near the thick vein, she continually darted her eyes to mine.

I could imagine what she was looking for.

There was no denying her talents, which was why I leaned my head against the back of the chair, spreading my legs even wider. In the next few glorious moments, she toyed with me, darting her tongue across the sensitive slit. All while her fingers workedmagic, rolling my testicles through them, even squeezing enough to provide a hint of pain.

She was masterful in driving me crazy, pushing my needs even closer to the surface. If she wasn’t careful, I’d fuck her like a wild animal.

Only when she finally darted her wet tongue around my cockhead did I begin to relax. Somehow, I knew that would be short lived. After running her finger down my shaft, she wrapped her hand around the base. While sucking on the tip, she twisted her fingers until she created friction.

My vision was hazy, but I wanted to watch her, to pay close attention to how her lips destroyed my resolve. She darted her eyes to mine, hers sparkling in a way that suggested she hungered to please me.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Be a very good girl and suck me.”

She opened her mouth wider, taking me down another inch.