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Not once treated me like anything less than his equal.

If anything… he’s raised me to his level.

“I fucking missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice rough now, stripped of control. ”I need you.”

His hands slide down, gripping my ass firmly, pulling me into him in one decisive move.

I feel him instantly—hard, ready, already gone.

A soft, helpless gap escapes me as my forehead drops against his chest, my body reacting before I can even think.

“Great,” I breathe, half-laughing, half-panicking. “Now I’ll walk out of here completely wrecked. They’ll know exactly what we did.”

His laugh vibrates through me as he lifts my dress, his lips brushing along my neck, slow, teasing.

“I don’t give a fuck, kitten.”

And I believe him.

Completely.

“I’ll fix you up after,” he adds casually, already unbuttoning his pants. “Now be a good girl and let me fuck my woman.”

“To be honest,” I let out a breath that turns into a laugh, my body already betraying me. “I’m soaked.”

“Jesus, Thalia.”

In one smooth movement, he switches our positions, moving behind me and pressing me forward until I’m bent over his desk, my chest flush against the surface, the cool material doing nothing to calm the need burning through me.

“Hands on the desk,” he whispers close to my ear. “Hold on tight.”

“Hurry,” I reply, completely done pretending patience. “I want you.”

He chuckles softly as he lifts my dress higher, exposing me fully before pulling my panties aside with slow precision.

Two fingers slide between my folds, unhurried, intentional, making my entire body burn instantly.

“Missed me?” he asks, his tone thick with desire.

“You know I did,” I breathe out, my grip tightening on the desk.

“What do you think they’d say if the privacy system turned off right now, hm?” he continues, teasing, pushing his fingers on my clit.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn, even though my voice lacks any real strength.

He doesn’t answer.

Instead, he pushes two fingers inside me, and my back arches immediately.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

A loud moan escapes before I can stop it, my hand flying to my mouth as I try to muffle the sound.

“Please, Ethan,” I gasp, already lost.

“Please what?” he asks, satisfaction clear in his voice.

“Fuck me.”