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Heat arrows through me at her tone, cutting straight through every ounce of hesitation I possess. “Fuck it,” I mumble.

Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I yank her closer, pulling her into my chest and grinding my erection into her hip.

“Do you feel that, Amelia?” I grit out, running my nose up her neck and grazing my teeth over the spot behind her ear.

Her gasp makes my cock jerk between us, straining against my zipper.

“Do you feel what you do to me? How hard you make me? I want you every minute of every day, and the things I want to do to you don’t make me a very good boy at all.

They make me very, very bad because all I can think about is when I get to have you next.

I want you right here in this office, right this fucking minute. ”

Amelia’s eyes flash and she leans up, crushing our mouths together.

As soon as her lips touch mine, fireworks explode in my brain.

I tease her lips open and tangle my tongue with hers, tasting the sweetness of the gummy bears she must have just eaten and the flavor that is all her, and I have the vague thought that I should be used to the way she affects me by now, but I know in my bones I’ll never get used to this.

It’s like she has been a part of me for the whole of my life. It’s body recognizing body, soul recognizing soul. It’s inconvenient and complicated and so incredibly right I can’t do anything but exactly this.

“So have me,” she whispers against my lips, her hands gathering the fabric of my shirt at my waist and tugging it from my pants. Her hand streaks underneath to slide across the bare skin of my stomach at the same time as she kicks her boots off. “Right here in your office. Right this minute.”

Fuck .

I tighten my hand around her neck, walking her backwards until her back is against the wall right by my office door, and bring our mouths back together in a fierce kiss that is all teeth and tongues and wet, hot want.

When I grind against her, she whimpers into my mouth and the sound has my head spinning with the need to get inside her.

To possess her. To make her mine in every way imaginable. To never let her go.

Without breaking the kiss, I curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and push them down along with her underwear, using my foot to get them all the way off.

Kicking her legs apart, I reach down, swiping two fingers through her slit, coating my fingers in her arousal and using it to circle her clit.

“Fuck Amelia, you’re already dripping for me,” I mutter against her lips as she moans and rocks her hips against my hand. “You like the idea of me fucking you right here in this office in the middle of the day, where anyone could figure out exactly what we’re doing behind this closed door?”

“Fuck yes,” she gasps out, reaching down to flick open the button of my jeans and yanking down my zipper as I slide two fingers inside her, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit. “I want it, El. Please fuck me. Right here, right now. I need you.”

“Fucking right you do,” I grit out, curling my fingers deep inside her and letting out a low chuckle when she sucks in a sharp breath, her legs already starting to shake.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I press my mouth to hers and reach down, cupping her ass in my hands, boosting her up.

I press her back against the door as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I love the weight of her in my arms. Strong and solid—proof that she is right here with me, in this as much as I am.

“Take my cock out, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Put me inside you.”

Amelia shifts and reaches down, pulling my cock out of my boxers and stroking me slowly.

I groan and press her tightly against the wall, locking my knees so they don’t give out entirely at the feel of her warm hand wrapped firmly around me.

With her eyes on mine, she lines me up at her entrance and sinks down slowly, gasping as I flex my hips forward, stretching her out and burying myself as deep as I can.

“Holy fucking shit,” I rasp out, dropping my face to the crook of her neck and groaning against her skin at the feel of her wrapped around my dick, tightening my grip on her ass so hard I’m sure to leave marks.

I like the idea that she’ll walk out of this office wearing the evidence of what we’re doing right now.

Of the connection between us. “This pussy was made for me, Amelia. So tight. So perfect. So fucking mine.”

“Yours.” Amelia tangles her fingers in my hair so tightly I hiss at the burn, and when she yanks my head up so my eyes meet hers, it’s a shot straight to my balls.

I press my hips forward, grinding deep, brushing my pelvis against her clit in a way that has her dropping her head back against the wall and moaning up at the ceiling.

“I have to talk to Professor Wyles first, and then I’ll be available.”

Amelia sucks in a breath, her head jerking up and her eyes going wide at the unmistakable sound of Dean Miller talking to someone directly outside of my office.

I guess it should probably concern me that the person who holds my job and Amelia’s future in his hands is about thirty seconds away from finding me pinning Amelia against a wall while I’m literally inside her, but it doesn’t.

Instead, it makes my cock throb, arousal crashing over me like a tidal wave. And despite the initial shock, I think Amelia feels the same way because her pussy clamps around me so tightly I have to clench my ass cheeks to keep from coming immediately.

With my eyes locked on hers, as quietly as I can, I reach over with one hand and flip the lock on my office door.