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“Then there is the flush that tinges your skin as you watch me and think about how I’d fuck you if you hadn’t imposed the no-sex rule.”

Step.

“Then the most telling sign is how you unconsciously press your thighs together whenever I’m near you.”

Oh hell, he’d caught that.

“I think the ‘hot president’ title has gotten to your head.”

My back hit the wall, and one of his arms braced against my side.

“The only thing that has gotten to my head is you.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his growing cock.

I jerked as if the fire had burned me, but Ashur kept my palm pressed against him.

“I’ve spent the last two years thinking about the many ways I plan to fuck you. Our sex life was fantastic in the past, and I know it will be even more scorching now.”

“Then one more day shouldn’t be a burden,” I said in a breathless whisper.

“I don’t think you have any idea what it’s like to see your clothes moved into our closet and not have you here. I want to feel you under me, over me, and everything in between. I want the game we’re playing to end.”

“Ashur, please.”

“Do you really want to wait?”

“Yes,” I gasped, trying to resist the urge to wrap my fingers around him and failing as I began to stroke his firm, terry-covered erection.

A pleasure-filled groan came from him, and he dropped his forehead against mine. “Then I suggest you stop. I don’t have the will or the inclination to do it.”

I should put an end to this madness. We were due to see our parents at any moment. But he felt so good in my hand. I’d forgotten how thick and long he was. I twisted my wrist, gliding up to the flared head of his cock, and squeezed.

“Harder, Tara. Harder.”

I released my hold on him long enough to yank his towel free, and then gripped him again, pumping my fist up and down. The velvet heat of him made me want to drop to my knees and engulf him in my mouth.

“No. That is not where I want your mouth right now. The taste I had of you in my office has consumed my mind, keeping me from clearly thinking about anything else.” His fingers threaded into my hair, pulling my head back, and he covered my lips with his.

At first, his kiss was gentle, and then it moved to demanding. With a snap, all the need and pent-up desire I’d reined in with my workout erupted. He was the only man who’d ever made me this insane with wanting.

I cupped the back of his neck with my free hand and opened my mouth under his. Our tongues rolled and stroked, tasting and savoring each other.

Desire flooded my core, causing my cleft to swell and grow damp.

God, this man’s kisses were intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

My nipples hardened and my breast pressed against the soft fabric of my lace-trimmed bra. Pre-cum dripped onto my hand as I continued to pump his cock.

Ashur’s fingers tugged up the hem of my floor-length dress until he reached the lace edge of my thong. He pushed aside the fabric and teased my aching clit. He circled and rubbed, making my pussy contract.

“You’re so wet. God, I can smell your desire. Let me have you, Tara. Let me sate this inferno, and I promise to take my time later.”

“Yes.” I gasped, arching my neck and allowing Ashur to graze his stubble along my throat.

In the next second my underwear was ripped from my body, and my legs were wrapped around his waist. His six-three frame made it impossible for me to have any control except to hold on.

The blunt tip of his cock slipped past my sopping folds and to the entrance of my pussy. He slowly nudged forward, making me close my eyes at the delicious sting of his erection stretching me.

Fuck, it almost felt like it had when I’d given him my virginity, except this time there was no barrier between us. We were skin to skin. No condom, no contraceptive.