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His tongue glided along mine in an intimate dance that made my nipples pebble into hard peaks inside the lace fabric of my bra. I clutched his arms, wanting to get closer to him.

He tasted of Macallen and orange, telling me he’d nibbled on the orange peel in his drink.

He lifted me onto the table, pushed the hem of my dress up and my legs wide, stepping between them. His thick, hard cock molded against my core.

A semblance of sanity hit, and I said, “We can’t do this here.” But then I threaded my fingers into his hair and deepened our embrace.

He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and then bit, making my core contract. “Why not? It’s my office.” His hands gripped my ass, grinding my clit along his length.

I gasped for air. “Because there are cameras everywhere and people could be watching.”

“No one will see us—this is one of the spots in the room that doesn’t have surveillance.” He licked a line down my throat and then nipped my shoulder where it met the neck.

I moaned and arched to give him better access.

His fingers slid between my legs, and he pushed aside my underwear, rimming my soaked pussy.

I cried out, shifting my hips so he could stroke the spot I was desperate for him to touch. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Ashur please.”

He pulled back, making me cry out in frustration.

“Not until you say it.” He licked my essence from his fingers.

“Say what?” I whined.

“Say Ashu.”

I stared into his amber depths, unable to utter a word. Why was it so important to call him by the silly nickname I’d given him when I was eighteen? Why did he need to hear it?

He touched my face with a gentle caress and then, ran a thumb across my lower lip. “You can say it, Tara. I am your lover. I will be the only lover you will have for the rest of your life.”

I opened my mouth to retort but shut it when he lifted a brow daring me to deny his statement.

“Will I be your only lover?” I asked.

“Yes. I don’t cheat. After you left, I can admit I played the field, but know this. I will never break the vows we made to each other.”

The resolve in his voice made my heart ache.

“Ashur, don’t say things like that. Or you’ll have me believing what we have is more than a business arrangement.”

A scowl crossed his face, and he stepped back. My words had broken the spell of the moment.

I slid off the table onto unsteady feet and tugged off my underwear. Thank God my dress was long and no one would know I’d gone commando.

As I reached for my purse, I noticed Ashur watching me. He’d straightened his clothes and now was back to the polished statesman.

He walked over to me, plucked my underwear from my hands, and then tucked it into his jacket pocket.

“Let’s go entertain the ’rents.”

“Are you really going into a family gathering with my thong in your pocket?”

“Yes.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Never pretended otherwise.” He smiled down at me, and my heart skipped a beat. There was a wicked glint in his eyes reminding me of the boy I’d known and not the too-straightforward-for-his-own-good president he was known for being.