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ADRIAN

PRESENT

M y little lamb paced the length of my office, her toned arms crossed over her chest. Her long, high ponytail bouncing with her steps and her ass accentuated by the tight fabric of her pencil skirt. It was no schoolgirl uniform but it might as well have been with the effect it had on me.

I didn’t bother adjusting the bulge in my pants as I gave this woman my rapt attention.

I’d spent years hiding who I was beneath all the nice clothes, playing a part and keeping my true nature at bay.

Years moving the pieces on the board to get to this moment.

And now that she was here, I wasn’t about to hide what it was I wanted through it all.

It was time to capture the queen. And keep her for myself .

I reached a hand into my drawer, running my rough fingertips over the aged leather before dropping the mask onto the desk between us. The sound had Marisela glancing in my direction, her jaw ticking even as she pretended not to take notice when I lifted the mask to my face and adjusted the straps.

“You remember that night, Marisela?” I didn’t wait for a response as I took a deep breath, nostalgia tipping my mouth into a grin.

“It still smells like you,” I hummed, leaning back in my seat and clasping my hands behind my head as I eyed her from the slits I’d cut into the front myself.

“And I bet if I licked around all the little crevices, it’d still taste like you too. ”

I didn’t have to see everything that was tucked behind her tailored suit jacket and flowy blouse to imagine what it looked like in the flesh.

I didn’t have to touch it to remember what it felt like either.

The way she panted beneath me, my cock buried so deep in her cunt it was imprinted there… It was embedded in my mind.

“It’s been fifteen years. That’s disgusting, Adrian,” she huffed. “And hardly hygienic.”.

“ That’s love , little lamb,” I corrected her.

“It’s infatuation,” she shot back, her glare narrowed in on me now that she’d stopped pacing.

“No, it’s obsession . But it’s also love.

” I shrugged, and Marisela made that little sound she made whenever she didn’t like the answer you gave her but didn’t have a viable retort.

It wasn’t a concession but it wasn’t an argument either.

Though I was certain that would come later. My little lamb didn’t like losing.

“Take it off,” she grunted, her mouth parting into a slight gasp as I started unbuttoning my dress shirt. I was two seconds away from unzipping my pants and throwing her on top of the desk when she clarified, “The mask, pendejo .”

I lifted my fingertips from my belt buckle up to my face and slid the leather higher, letting it sit on top of my head without removing it completely. “As you wish, princesa .”

My accent was shit, but it didn’t matter when it had her smiling. I’d cut off a hand and fuck her with it if it made this woman smile.

For a moment, her hard exterior softened, her shoulders relaxing a fraction of an inch and her nails loosening their grip on her still-crossed arms. I pushed up from my chair and maneuvered around the desk, my open shirt flitting behind me as I stepped in front of her.

Then I cupped the back of her head with my palm and tugged her to my chest until we were a breath apart.

“Why are you here, Marisela?” I whispered against the shell of her ear. She could pretend she was unaffected but her body had never been able to lie to me. She attempted to step back and I tugged her closer again.

“You know why I’m here, Adrian,” she replied as I nipped at her neck, both of us enjoying the involuntary shiver it sent down her spine.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I need your help,” she seethed .

I nodded once, stepping around her and repositioning myself behind my desk as I dropped my ass back into my chair.

Set my elbows wide and steepled my hands.

“It’s nice that you’re finally willing to admit it.

Now, tell me why you’re really here. In this office.

With me,” I clarified, in case she needed the reminder.