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“Sometimes I pretend you’re not wearing these under your skirt,” he says huskily, still nipping at my lower lip as he begins to inch them down.

“I pretend that you’re always ready for me.

That at any moment I could have you just like this.

Fill your soft, wet cunt anytime I like.

” My thighs clench when his fingers caress me there, proving that I’m just as wet as he’s describing. “Would you let me, Dani?”

“Fucking touch me and find out,” I practically growl.

Ezra just chuckles, still slipping his fingers between my legs in a lazy exploration. “But I am touching you.”

“You’re being purposely infuriating again.”

“It’s one of my favorite pastimes.”

I huff as I reach for the zipper of his slacks, deciding to take matters into my own hands. This is the twenty-first century, after all. If Ezra wants to be intolerable, that’s his prerogative. I’ll just take what I want myself.

“Someone’s eager,” he croons as I shove his fly apart.

I curl my other hand around his nape, pulling him close and smashing his lips to mine just after uttering a quiet “Shut up.”

His low moan tumbles into my mouth when I get my hands around his cock, giving him a slow stroke from root to tip, going at the same infuriatingly slow pace that he teased me with. My lips curl when he begins to try to fuck into my fist, pulling back as I squeeze him tight enough to make him hiss.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?”

He chuffs out a strained laugh. “Fine. You win. Have your way with me.”

“God, I hate you,” I say with absolutely no bite.

He’s already leaning in to kiss me again. “Sure you do.”

I wrap my arms around his neck when he finally sinks two fingers inside me, pumping them deep and curling them to stroke at my inner wall until I shudder with it.

I’m dripping for him, and I know that there will be a mess at the edge of my desk that is going to deeply embarrass me later, but right now I can’t find it in me to care.

Not when I can feel the slick crown of him rubbing against my inner thigh.

And he’s right. I would let him bend me over my own desk.

At this moment, I would let Ezra do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

I press my knees to his hips, trying to draw him closer. “Enough with your fingers. Want the real thing.”

“Fuck, Dani. I really like you greedy.”

I don’t argue. It’s pointless. I am greedy for him.

His fingers are still wet from me when his hands hold my hips, his mouth open on mine as he notches against me. His harsh breath matches mine as he starts to push inside, and the delicious way he fills me, leaving no part of me untouched, is a sensation I’ve become wholly addicted to.

“Move,” I beg breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

I feel his palm between my breasts, pushing against my torso and urging me down to my back.

He spreads me out over my notes and files, and there’s something about the idea of it that has my stomach twisting with desire.

The picture we paint, both dressed and neat from the waist up but completely undone where our bodies are joined, has me clenching around him where he’s still buried inside.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes raking down the length of me and settling between my legs. “You’re fucking edible, Dani.”

His hands curl under my thighs, pressing at the backs of them to push them higher toward my stomach, leaving me splayed out for him.

He leans to press his lips to the lace of my thigh-highs, his eyes shuttering as he draws his hips back just to glide back inside.

I bite my lip when he does it again, and I try to hold back my sounds for fear of Larry wandering too close to my office outside.

Ezra’s head lolls as he watches the way he’s begun to steadily thrust in and out of me, seeming enraptured at how we’re connected. If he didn’t look so in awe of it, I might be mortified by the way he’s gazing at me. As it is, it only makes me burn hotter.

“Tell me this pussy is mine,” he rasps, snapping his hips forward so hard that a sharp cry escapes me despite my efforts. “I want to hear it.”

“Ezra, fuck, I—”

“ Say ”—his cock slides home roughly as I sizzle with delicious friction—“ it .”

“It’s yours,” I moan. “ Fuck. Harder.”

“Touch yourself.” His nails bite into the soft flesh of my thighs, and he picks up his pace until I have to reach behind me and grip the other edge of my desk to keep myself from scooting higher. “Please, Dani? I want to see you play with yourself. I want to feel you come hard .”

I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as I obey, slipping my fingers between my legs and circling the already-swollen bud of my clit as sparks of pleasure prickle inside.

My mouth parts in a silent gasp, the onslaught of his cock and my hand pushing me so close to the edge that I can practically taste my orgasm.

“That’s it,” he coos. “So perfect.” He bends his body, releasing my legs so I’m forced to wrap them around his waist. His hands brace on either side of me, leaning in close so that he can brush his lips against mine. “Now say that you’re mine.”

My back bows as I tense up around him, shutting my eyes for only a second as that sweet pressure starts to crest. “I’m—”

“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing me so gently that it feels impossible to reconcile with the still-furious pounding of his hips. “Tell me. Please.”

“ Ah .” My legs start to shake, my pussy trembling as my vision blurs. Ezra is still moving, prolonging the almost-too-intense sensation that sparks inside, but his rhythm is stuttered now, his cock swelling so thick that I feel fit to bursting. “ I’m yours ,” I shout hoarsely.

Ezra groans long and loud, and I know that if anyone is outside of my office, it will be obvious what’s happening here.

I just…don’t care. Not when he looks utterly blissed-out.

Not when I can feel him twitching inside.

Not when his body is so close that it almost feels like a part of me.

His face is buried against my neck, and I make no move to shove him away, running my fingers through his slightly damp hair as we both try to collect our breath.

I don’t know how much time passes before he finally lifts himself to hover over me, studying my expression with a sated look and a dreamy smile.

“Now that’s what I call a successful mediation,” he says.

I shake my head, but I can feel myself grinning. “Idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

I pause at that, feeling suddenly unsure. I know what I said in the heat of the moment, but…

“Are you?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“You said…you said I’m yours,” I manage, my voice too thick to even remotely pass as casual. “But are you mine?”

His smile is brilliant, and that increasingly familiar feeling of it lighting up all the dark corners hiding inside me is overwhelming.

“I’ve been yours for ages, Dani,” he says, his voice a low, sweet murmur. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

I have to tug him down to my mouth, hiding my emotions with a kiss. Hiding the way I practically melt at his words. Like the last little bit of ice surrounding my heart dripping away. He really is purposefully infuriating, Ezra.

I’m starting to love that about him.