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I tapped his nose with my finger and smiled. “Andthatis what makes you a good man.” I leaned forward and kissed the corners of his lips. “The four of you are perfectly good men… aside from all the mafia stuff, y’know, little shit like that.”

Az threw his head back, letting out an infectious, deep belly laugh. Before I knew it, we were both chuckling as hecuddled me in his lap. It felt good andneeded. Once we'd caught our breath, he touched his forehead to mine with a soft smile.

“Well, you know, nobody’s perfect.”

His words only made me want to feel closer to him, to remove everything that was separating us until there was nothing but pure pleasure left. “I know how you can make it alittlemore perfect and prove just how good a man you are,” I smirked.

“Oh, do you now, Love?” He replied, arching a brow. “And how is that?”

“I’m going to go close that door and when I get back over here, you can bend me over this desk and fuck me to within an inch of my life.”

“That might be what you think you want, but it’s not what you need. It’s not whatweneed.”

My lower lip jutted out before I could stop it. “Are you turning me down Az Casadei?”

“Love, if I ever do that, it's a case of the body snatchers, and you should run,” he said, his face completely serious, which made me bust out laughing again.

“You’re adorkable. I’m trying to get in your pants and you’re making jokes!” I giggled.

“There's nothing wrong with laughing with your partner, even when things are heating up.” He smirked, running his hands under my borrowed shirt, tracing his fingers along my spine. “It's a good thing to be able to find joy even during intimacy; it doesn't have to be taken so seriously every time to still beperfectlypleasurable.”

I arched a brow at him and tapped a finger to my chin as if considering his words. “I think I need a demonstration,” I said finally, my voice breathier than I'd meant it to be.

The grin that spread across his face was positively sinful as he pushed aside his laptop and sat me on his desk. He stoodand crossed the room in long strides to shut and lock the office door. All at once, my skin was tingling with the anticipation of his touch as he came to stand between my legs and pulled me toward him, so I was sitting on the edge and pressed against him.

“Like I said, I'm always happy to oblige, Love.” He said, his voice dropping low as he ran his hands up my shirt again, sliding it up and off me and tossing it away. “And it can double as evidence you can use if you ever suspect a body snatcher.” He snickered at his joke, making me roll my eyes even as his hands trailed down my body to the waistband of the borrowed sweats, shimmying them off and letting them fall to the floor.

“I still stand by the fact that you're adork—” My words died in my throat as his lips closed around one of my nipples, his tongue flicking across it and making me groan.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, arching my back. He didn't neglect my other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipple until they were both tight and stiff with his ministrations. He worked me with such skill I found myself wondering if I could cum from him playing with my tits alone.

He released my nipple with a pop, his hand falling away from the other, before planting a trail of kisses across my chest. His lips wrapped around my other nipple as his hand slid between my legs. His fingers slipped through my folds, and his lips released me. Tilting his head back, he looked at the flush starting to spread across my chest and face with a wicked smile.

“So fucking wet and needy aren’t you, Love.” He smirked. “Tell me, is this all for me? Or are you imagining someone walking in on us? You never know who has a key to this room. Or is it the memory of the last time we were in an office like this?” His thumb brushed across my clit as he slid two fingers inside me, and any response I had became just noise in my head. Hetilted his head, that self-satisfied smirk still painted across his face. “I asked you a question, Love. If you don’t answer, I’ll stop.”

“If you stop, Az, I might slap you.” I huffed out, letting my head roll back as my hips rocked against his hand. I heard him chuckle low, and then he redoubled his efforts.

“Wouldn’t want that, now would we?” He replied, leaning forward and nipping at my lower lip. “Look at me, Love. I love to watch you.” His fingers curled inside me as he thrust them into me, his thumb circling slowly around my clit in a way that had me trembling against him, mewling and gasping for breath.

His pace was languid, slow, and torturous. I squirmed and rocked my hips as he took me higher, but I desperately neededmore. The devilish smirk on Az's face told me he knew that, too, and he was purposely holding back from what I needed.

“Az…” I panted.

“Yes, Love?” His voice was deceptively sweet as he tortured me. God, he was infuriating.

“If you don't fucking make me cum.” My attempt at a snarl was too breathless to hold any actual weight. He curled his fingers inside me in a way that had my back arching.

“You'll what? Beg harder?” He chuckled. “You're in this position because you already threatened me once. Are you sure you want to go for twice?”

Fuck, he wasn't wrong. I knew him well enough now to know he would meet my demands with more orgasm denial.

“Please,Sir, make me cum,” I asked, injecting as much sweetness as I could into my voice in my current state.

Az narrowed his eyes, picking up on the tiny bit of sass I'd thrown in. “I think you can do better than giving me attitude, Love.” He pulled his hand away and slapped my aching sex before thrusting his fingers back inside me; their pace slowed to the point where I could feel myself winding down. Internally, Istarted screaming in frustration. He could get under my skin like no one else, and it was infuriating and sexy.

“Please. I'm sorry, Sir. I take it back,” I whimpered, “Please,pleasedon't stop. I need to cum. I'll be so good, I promise.” I grew increasingly desperate with every slow stroke of his fingers. “Fuck, Az… Sir, please…” my final plea came out on a fraught whine.

“Muchbetter, Love. You can be so sweet when you want to be,” Az crooned. His pace picked up, his fingers stroking the place inside me that drove me wild, making my body sing for him in just the tune he wanted. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tension coiling inside me, my moans filling the room as I gripped his shoulders, riding his hand to push myself closer to the edge.