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Page 64 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

Chapter fifty-five

Mercer

A s I pin Sawyer’s back to my chest, her breaths come so violently I can’t hear my own.

“I know you love to be chased, Little Nuisance.” I smooth one hand down her front, lifting the jersey she’s wearing and dipping my fingers into the front of her jeans. “But how do you feel about being caught and fucked in public?”

With a low moan, she rolls her hips.

“Yes or no, Sawyer? This is your place of employment,” I remind her.

She tips her head back and licks a path up my neck. “One of them,” she muses, her voice breathy and deep. “Technically we’ve already fucked in the other.”

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 fingers at 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.

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