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“It will be much better if you relax, darling girl.” He laughed softly close to her center.

She gasped as his breath fanned her sex. It didn’t feel unpleasant at all.

“I don’t know how,” she admitted. “I haven’t experienced anything like this before.”

He chuckled again and shook his head. “If you had, I’d be worried,” he joked.

“Richard…”

“Let me show you how good this feels.”

That was all the notice he gave her before his tongue slid up her slit, nearly blinding her.

Her hips bucked off the edge of the desk so suddenly that he had to hold her down with one hand. If she wasn’t already blind with pleasure, she was pretty sure his strength would have been the final nail in her coffin.

One hand dug into his hair, holding him in place, and she tugged gently, loving how he shuddered against her.

“Richard,” she moaned, clapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out loudly.

He groaned against her as his tongue did wicked things to her, and it was only a short moment before she experienced a sensation akin to ecstasy.

Her body and mind felt weightless, as if she was drifting into nothing even though her legs quivered. She wondered briefly how she was going to walk back home without anyone noticing something wrong with her gait.

Perhaps they’d stop and ask if she were alright and she would say she was, yet she would know what caused her to walk so. If she weren’t so tired, she would have laughed at the naughtiness of her thoughts.

She sagged on the desk as she tried to collect herself and remember where and who she was.

Richard kissed her inner thigh once more before rising to his feet and pulling down her dress.

Now that her eyes were open, she could see the bulge in his trousers, and she bit her lip.

He must be in pain.

But that must mean he was attracted to her too.

She met his eyes, which were completely dark now, and blushed as he winked at her.

“Is that…” She swallowed. “Are you… in pain?”

“In pain?” He looked confused.

She pointed at the bulge and turned away.

He laughed again and pulled her against him. “I am in pain most definitely, but it is not a bad kind of pain,” he explained.

“Can I do anything to help?” she asked seriously.

He shook his head and stepped away from her.

“You are so innocent,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t ask a man some kind of questions, or it will make him want to do wicked things to you.”

“Oh.”

He eyed her again and came close, kissing her deeply. It was unlike his usual lustful kisses, and she wondered what it meant. He pulled away from her with a sigh.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “I am jealous of the man who will get to see you like this every day.” He squeezed her breast and then pulled back from her. “Come, let me help you with your dress.”

Her mind was full of thoughts because his words had killed the image she’d started to entertain in her mind that perhaps he was starting to like her.