“I asked you to stop.” The anger in his voice clenches my core. “I can’t.” My breath catches, breaking my voice. “I want you too much.” Crossing the space, he grips my arm so fast, a yelp jumps from my throat. “What’s it going to take for you to stop?” We’re so close, I step forward so our bodies are touching. I rise on my toes, sliding my fingers in the side of his thick, wavy hair. My lips brush his ear as I whisper. “I think you’ll have to fuck me.” The room tilts, and he spins me around so I’m facing the mahogany desk of my dreams. My hips hit the dark wood, and his hands move quickly
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