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I glance up at her before circling her clit with my tongue—slow, teasing—drawing out every reaction, until she starts writhing beneath me, her thighs moving desperately.

“Not the way I wanted to,” I reply calmly, continuing the torture.

I take her clit into my mouth for a few seconds, sucking gently, then pull away, making her cry out, the sound vibrating through me.

“Jesus, Ethan,” she whimpers, completely undone. “Please… I’m sorry… Please.”

She’s right there—one touch away from breaking—and I’m still far from finished.

“Office sex,” I say, catching her clit lightly between my teeth this time, the jolt that runs through her body immediate, her skin erupting in goosebumps.

“What?” she asks, dazed.

I take my time, licking her slowly, tasting her, the evidence of her pleasure only making my cock harder.

“If you want to come,” I tell her plainly, “I want you to promise that we’ll have sex at the office whenever one of us wants it—or needs it.”

“Yes. God, yes,” she answers instantly. “Anywhere. Anytime. Whatever you want.”

I keep licking her a little longer, dragging it out, then rise slowly over her, my tongue tracing across her lips as I reach her face.

“Oh yeah?” I tease. “You sure? Because last time you said it would never happen.”

Desperate, she lifts her hips off the bed, pressing herself against me. “I’d let you do anything to me, anytime, Ethan,” she admits, her eyes locked onto mine. “Please, I need…”

Her words break off the moment my cock brushes against her pussy.

Moaning loudly, she comes on my tip, her body shaking, her breath completely unraveling.

And I don’t give her even a second before thrusting into her in one powerful move, growling as her body clamps around me.

“Fuck,” I say out loud, losing control as I start driving into her with hard, deliberate thrusts, claiming every sound, every reaction.

She presses her forehead to mine, flushed, her hair wild, satisfaction shining in her eyes.

“So good,” she pants. “I love the way you fuck me.”

Jesus. This woman is going to be the death of me. She and her sinful mouth.

And I know, as her body spasms around me again, as she gives herself to me completely, that this isn’t just desire.

It’s possession.

My cock throbs violently inside her, every tight contraction pulling a low groan from my chest, every sound she makes grinding against what little control I have left until it becomes nothing more than a fragile illusion.

I plant both hands firmly on her hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks, and start moving with sharper, deeper precision, setting a rhythm that makes her gasp, her nails digging into the mattress as her bound hands strain behind her.

“That’s good,” I manage between heavy breaths, my voice rough, strained, barely holding together. “Because you’re only ever going to be fucked by me for the rest of your life.”

The words leave my mouth like a claim—like a promise—and the way her body responds to them, convulsing, trembling, surrendering, tells me she feels their weight just as much as I do.

I lean down and kiss her then, burning and consuming, letting her taste herself on my lips, on my tongue—letting her feel exactly what she does to me, what she pulls out of me without even trying.

I bite her lower lip gently, just to make her gasp again.

“See how sweet you taste?” I ask against her mouth, my breath hot.

“I like your taste better,” she answers in a breath, without hesitation, her pupils blown wide with desire. “I want you to come in my mouth.”