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asked.
    Her breasts felt swollen, nipples tingling. There was only one answer. “Yes,” she breathed.
    His mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding past her lips.
    Lauren moaned, giving in to her desire for him, her need for him. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting, tangling with her own. She felt a rush of heat spread over her, circling her waist then diving down lower.
    “You like to be controlled,” he said, breaking the kiss.
    She blinked, her vision blurred in a sexual haze. “Yes.”
    “Then you shall get what you like,” he said. “If this goes too far, if you feel you’ve had enough or are at your limit, just say stop.
    Agreed?”
    She nodded, her insides trembling with the need for him to take her and make her his own. “Agreed.”
    Justice leaned back and took her hands. “Stand up.” He rose from the couch, pulling her up with him.
    Lauren’s legs felt watery. She placed her hands on his shoulders, wanting to dig her fingers in, wanting to pull his mouth down to hers again. She wanted him to take the lead…
    “Turn around,” he said, his voice low and forceful.
    She turned, her back now to him.
    He stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. His hands splayed across her stomach then slid upward, cupping her breasts.
    Lauren leaned her head back against him and bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes as his fingers grazed her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

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    “Raise your arms and put them around my neck,” he instructed.
    “Then spread your legs.”
    She snaked her arms around his neck, the movement shoving her breasts forward. She parted her legs, widening her stance. She felt his erection, hard and full, nestled against her bottom. “Like this?” she asked.
    He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending sparks shooting through her breasts. “Yes, like that.” One of his hands moved down, down to the hem of her dress, and pulled it up. “What do you have under here?” he asked. Then his hand was at the waistband of her panties, sliding inside them. “Are you ready for me?” His finger dipped into her cleft.
    Lauren shuddered. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”
    His finger found her little nubbin and gave it a stroke.
    Her thighs tensed, and she fought not to push against his hand while his other hand drew slow circles around her right nipple.
    “Let’s get these panties off. I want to be able to touch you with no boundaries,” he said. He removed his hand from inside her panties and grasped her wrists, removing her arms from around his neck.
    “Take them off, Lauren.”
    Trembling, she didn’t turn to look at him but reached beneath the skirt of her dress and slid her panties down her legs then stepped out of them. She smoothed her dress down and stood still, waiting for his next instruction.
    “Don’t think about anything, Lauren. Just let go. Let me guide you.” His hands settled on her waist, turning her to face the desk. He cupped her chin in one hand and tilted her head back. Nuzzling her ear, he whispered, “God, I want you.”
    She shuddered again. “Then take me.”
    He groaned and took her wrists again. “Hands on the desk,” he ordered.
    She did as she was told, placing her hands on the desk. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders when she dropped her head and closed 32
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    her eyes. His hot hands grazed her hips, urging her to step backward and bend further at the waist. Then she felt cool air on her bottom as her skirt was raised up, exposing her. She bit her lip, trying not to moan.
    “God, you’re gorgeous,” Justice said, running his hands over the globes of her bottom. “Smooth, round. Mine .”
    His hand dipped between her legs, one finger sliding into her wet sheath. He began to stroke in and out. “Do you like?”
    She nodded, unable to speak.
    He added another finger, his other hand moving to the front and her clit. He drew circles around her swollen nubbin, making her tremble all the more. She