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I swat at her clit, though the move isn’t very effective while she’s still wearing pants. I’m ready to tear them down, but I have to make sure she wants it first.

“No,” I scold. “I’ve gotten you off at your other place of employment.” I nip at her ear and slip my fingers lower. “I’ve come all over your luscious tits at your other place of employment.” I glide two fingers through her sex, marveling at how wet and warm and welcoming she feels. “But I have not fucked you at your other place of employment. At least not yet.” I plunge into her, two fingersat once. “I’m dreaming of the day I can properly take you on my desk, Ms. Davvies.”

The walls of her pussy spasm at the intrusion, then greedily lock me in place.

“Right here. Right now. Yes or no, sweetheart?”

I drag my fingers out but leave the tips right at her entrance and swirl them slowly, massaging the lips of her pussy as her juices drip down my hand.

“Yes,” she breathes, her hips swaying as she seeks more.

I fully intend to give her more. I fully intend to give her everything.

“Turn around and brace your hands on the bench. Ass up, and don’t you dare fucking move. When I peel off your jeans and panties, I expect you to be soaked and ready.”

She complies beautifully, turning around and bracing herself on the bench like I asked.

“Such a good listener,” I praise. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

I home in on my target, lick my lips, and quickly undo my belt so I can give my girl the fucking she deserves.

Chapter fifty-six

Tytus

Mine.

He’s touching what’s mine.

He’s taking what’s mine.

He’s groping and pounding and fucking what’smine.

When Sawyer texted to say she was still at the arena, I circled back, telling Atty and the team I’d catch up, even though I had no intention of doing so.

No.

I had other plans.

With Atty, the team, and the rest of our friends distracted, I’d found the perfect opportunity to get Sawyer all to myself.

I had every intention of helping her close, then taking her back to her room and officially making her mine.

This motherfucker beat me to it.

He’s a beast, rutting into her from behind like an animal.

My instincts scream, telling me to hunt him down, skin him alive, and hang his hide on my wall.

He’sstill fully dressed, his trousers hanging open. She, on the other hand, stands helpless with her pants at her ankles and her top pushed up high enough to expose her tits.

With the way he’s got my jersey shoved up to expose her backside, my number is indistinguishable.

But that’s not where I’m focused. I can’t look away from the creamy pale skin on display, even in the dark.

With her hair twisted around his fist, the letters on the back of that jerseyarevisible.

My name’s right fucking there.