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Now his groan expands to something like a growl, and Eli grips my hips, spinning me around so I’m up against the wall. “This could get messy, Franco,” he says as he bends his head down and nips at my collarbone with his teeth. He’s got me pressed up against the thin strip of wall between the couch and the door. Someone could come to my door at any moment. It’s not likely—most of my staff aren’t in yet; it’s mostly crew out there. Still, a moment later, someone walks by outside, as if I conjured them. They’re just a shadow, their walkie chirping. But they’re there, reminding me of how risky this is.

But instead of dissuading me, the riskiness only sends more fire through me.

“It’s already messy,” I say, breathing hard as Eli’s hands slide down my front, cupping my breasts through my shirt. My nipples contract under his touch, and I know he feels it, because he sucks in a breath.

But before he can do anything else, I let the boldness take over. I want to be in control here.

So I drop down to my knees, my hands on his belt.

“Jesus, Reese, I—”

“You don’t want me to do this?” I cut him off, unbuckling his belt.

Eli presses his hands against the wall, looking up and saying something I don’t hear under his breath. Then he says, “Reese, you don’t have to—”

But once again, I cut him off. Only this time, it’s not by my words. It’s my hands, releasing his pants to the floor in a dull thud. I hook my fingers over the waistband of his shorts and tug them down, freeing his cock.

We both suck in a breath as I wrap my hand around his length. Then it’s only him as I take the tip of him into my mouth.

He tastes salty-sweet, his pulsing head throbbing against my tongue.

“Fuuuck,” Eli breathes, his hands going to my hair, now fully loose.

I take more of him in, filling my mouth with him.

“You know what I think about when I’m not around you, Reese?”

I murmur against him, my hand reaching up to cup his balls as I slide off his cock, lick my lips, and look up. “What’s that, Eli?”

Eli slides one hand in my hair. “I think about all of it. The past, the present”—he grips his cock with his other hand, coaxing my mouth open like he did with his lips earlier. Only now he’s running the tip of his shaft over my lips, over the pad of my tongue—“the future.”

I open my mouth wide, an invitation.

Eli slides himself in, using his other hand to grip the back of my head. His body’s taken over now. He tilts his hips toward me, encouraging me to take more. “I think about all the ways I want to be with you, Reese.”

His cock hits the back of my throat then, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I’m wet for him; I can feel it. And though I didn’t intend for anything more—hell, I didn’t intend for this—I realize I want him now. I want him to take me right here in the office.

“I want you like this,” he says, echoing my thoughts as he slides himself out of my mouth, then thrusts back in. “I want you naked. I want to see your tits shake as you bounce on my cock. I want to hear you cry my name when you sit on my face.”

He’s pulsing in my mouth now, to the rhythm of his words.

“But it’s not enough, Reese,” he breathes. He presses one hand to the door to keep it closed, the other on the wall to brace himself as he fucks my mouth.

Just like I need him to.

I make muffled moans, my pussy so wet, the sensation of him filling my mouth turning me on so much I wonder if I could come like this, from thought alone.

“I want more,” he rasps. “Will you give me more, Reese?”

I voice my agreement, but my words are muffled with my mouth full of him.

“Oh Christ, I’m going to—” He tries to pull out, but I won’t let him.

I grip his ass, keeping him as deep as I can take, until he grits out the words, “Yes…God, yes, take it, baby girl.” I feel him tighten. A strangled sound escapes his lips as he empties himself down my throat.

I shudder, so close to releasing myself knowing I’ve undone him like this.

Eli pulls me up a moment later, holding me against him, my head tucked in under his pulsing throat. “Reese, I didn’t come in here for this…”