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I finally break the spell. “Come with me,” I say, voice low.

Frankie’s already a step ahead, tugging me by the wrist back up to my office. The shop noise surges behind us, but in my head, it’s just her. Just us.

This is my kingdom, and I just found my queen.

The office door slams shut behind us, echoing like a gunshot. I twist the lock with a flick of my wrist, and before I can even turn around, Frankie’s on me, fingers clawing at my chest like she’s been starving for me all day. She shoves me hard against the wall, my back hitting the only plastered surface in here with a thud that knocks the air out of my lungs. Her lips crash into mine, hot and desperate, and my brain just blanks out. Nothing but raw, hungry need.

Her tongue pushes into my mouth, demanding, and I groan straight into her, hands already moving down to grab her ass. I squeeze a greedy handful through the thin fabric of her skirt. She’s perfect. Firm and round, just enough to fill my palms. I can feel her heat through her clothes, and it’s driving me crazy. She’s tearing at my shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons like she can’t get them undone fast enough.

“Fuck,” I grunt between kisses, my voice rough. “I missed you.”

It’s only been a couple of hours since I left her hotel room, but it feels like forever. Her mouth moves to my neck, teeth nipping at my skin, and I hiss as my cock throbs against my zipper. Her tongue licks a hot trail down to the hollow of my throat, and I grab her hips, lifting her up onto the desk. Papers scatter everywhere, invoices fluttering to the floor like confetti.

“Missed you so much,” she mutters, her voice low and husky, breath hot on my skin. Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my shirt, sliding underneath to rake her nails down my chest. I gasp, hands clutching her thighs, pushing her skirt up until it’s bunched around her waist. Her panties are soaked, the thin lace clinging to her, and her scent is sweet and intoxicating.

I crash my mouth to hers again, hungry and wild. My hands slide up her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and she arches into me, moaning against my lips. I can feel her heat, her wetness, even through the fabric, and I’m dying to taste her. My fingers hook into the sides of her panties, dragging them down her legs, and she kicks them off, heels clattering to the floor.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I growl, fingers sliding between her legs, finding her slick and swollen. She gasps, hips jerking against my hand, and I press harder, rubbing slow circles around her clit. Her head falls back, breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps, and I can feel her trembling for me.

“Please,” she whimpers, voice shaking, and I groan, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tight and hot. She’s soaked, her walls clenching around my finger, and I add another, curling them just right to make her cry out. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, and I fuck her with my fingers, slow and deep, until she’s panting, writhing on the desk.

“Fuck me,” she begs, voice breaking, and I’m already tearing at my belt, cock aching for her. I push my pants down just enough, freeing myself, and she reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length and stroking me hard and fast. I groan, hips bucking into her grip, and she guides me to her, spreading her legs wider.

I slide into her in one smooth thrust, her tight heat wrapping around me, and we both moan, loud and desperate. She hooks her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper, and I start fucking her hard and fast, the desk creaking under us. Her hot breath pants against my neck, and I can feel her getting closer, her walls tightening around me.

“Come for me,” I growl, my thrusts relentless, and she cries out, her body shuddering as she clenches around me. I’m so close, cock throbbing inside her, and I grab her hips, pulling her into me as I lose it, spilling into her with a groan that’s half pain, half pure ecstasy.

We collapse against each other, panting and trembling, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Her arms wrap around me, face buried in my neck, and I press a kiss to her hair, my heart still pounding like a jackhammer.

“God, I fucking missed you,” she murmurs, voice soft and sated, and I laugh, low and rough, tightening my arms around her.

“Not as much as I missed you.”

I’m so addicted to her that I can’t see straight. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.