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“I’ve wanted this for too long,” I rumble, leaning in closer.

“Then quit making me chase you, do not leave me hanging again like you did last night.”

It’s hard to believe it was just last night. Maybe it’s cause I haven’t slept.

“What’s the fun in that?” I dodge away again as she reaches for my belt.

“I will show you the fun,” she moans low and sultry, rushing after me. I twist, sweeping around her, coming up right behind her back wrapping my arms around her and biting at her earlobe. She flips around in my grip, planting her hands on my chest and throwing me back.

Now she’s on the run as I push off the front door, chasing her into the bedroom.

She’s waiting just inside, tackling me with a deep, passionate kiss.

And this time I indulge the kiss, drawing her tongue into my mouth, flicking and dancing in a sensuous swirl of toe-curling pleasure. My hands explore her hips, her ass, her back, flicking the hooks on her bra open with a pinch. Pulling back, I tug her shirt up, needing it gone.

She obliges, crossing her arms as I pull up.

Then there’s nothing between us. At least on the upper half of our bodies.

“You have no idea how much I have wanted you. Since the first time I saw you,” I admit, worshiping each of her thick, supple tits with my hands, my fingers, my tongue.

“Liar. You just wanted to see me naked.”

“I mean yeah. But so much more.”

“Show me how much more…”

My hands can’t touch enough of her skin, massaging her sides, back, into the lip of her jeans. Even as her hands scratch down my back, pop the button on my pants. And thank goodness.

My cock is so hard it aches, pressing against the inside of my boxers.

Turning her around, I glide one hand down her front, teasing into her waistline, tickling her lower abdomen. All the while, I cup those magnificent orbs of her chest, sucking on her neck.

“You are something else, Van…”

“I don’t think I understand this saying. What do you mean by this?”

“That there’s never been anything, anyone like you.”

“I know this…” she whispers back into my ear, smiling luxuriously with her eyes fluttering.

My God I want to make her make that face, make her voice do that thing, over and over again.

She slams her hands down on the desk in front of us as I drag fingers down her back, my other fingers still tracing down the smooth curve of her belly. I need to touch her. Like I did last night.

But she thrusts her ass toward me and my hips jolt like we’re magnetic, ramming into her from behind, just hard enough to make her shout, laughing as she rolls those sweet cheeks across my crotch. Up, down, she arches her back, grinding against me.

The desk is our next victim, tipping over as we resume our wild endeavor. I spin her around, locking lips again, tearing the front of her jeans open, unzipping them.

Tracing around her waist, my hands dive into the back, squeezing the sculpted curve of her, just as thrilled as I notice she’s wearing lacey, cheeky, underwear. I can’t wait to tear them off with my teeth.

Vanya bites down on the crook of my neck, hard enough to make me gasp.

As soon as I toss my head back, she drops along my front, kissing down my chest, my abs. Her nails hook my jeans, dragging them down.

Before I can even blink, I’m in her grasp, then in her mouth.

It’s fucking heaven.