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shoulders greedily with my hands. His muscles flex under my fingertips, his strength thrilling me.
    Nate backs me against a wall, trapping me between hard mirror and harder man, and I swivel my hips, grinding against the ridge in his pants, molding my curves to his muscle. This isn’t enough, not nearly enough, the layers of fabric between us frustrating me.
    Nate grasps my left thigh and lifts my leg, hiking my skirt upward. I submit to his dominance, bending my knee, wrapping myself around him. My panties are soaked with my juices, my need for him spiraling upward, an uncontrollable volcano of passion. I rub my scent over his black pants, seeking to claim him as he is claiming me.
    “Hot.” Nate drags his mouth along my neck, blazing a trail of sensation across my skin. “You’re so hot, so passionate.” He reaches under my skirt, twists his fingers in my G-string panties, and tugs, tearing the delicate lace. “I need to feel you, feel your heat.”
    “Yes.” I reach between us and unzip his pants, freeing him. Skin touches skin. A voice inside me warns that I’m forgetting something, something important, and I hesitate, not knowing what this something could be. This feels right. Nate feels right.
    Nate shows no such uncertainty, no hesitation. He pushes against me, flattening me against the wall, and growls into my mouth, the animalistic sound exciting, raw, and real. He has lost control and is no longer my cool calm executive, a man governed by rules and rational thought. He’s a primitive animal intent on mating, on capturing his female.
    This can’t be wrong. It’s natural, meant to be, destined. I rub my pussy lips against Nate’s shaft, wetting his skin, needing to be closer to him, to have him inside me. He cups my ass and raises my body higher, holding me over his hard cock. His tip bumps against my clit, setting off a ripple of bliss, and the contact silences my cautionary voice, leaving only a soul-deep need.
    I’m desperate for him, for this. “Please.” I clutch his arms, digging my fingertips into the rich fabric of his suit. “Take me.”
    Nate meets my gaze, his eyes dark and stormy, as turbulent as my desire. “You’re mine, Camille.” He drives me down on him, impaling me onto inches of unyielding shaft.
    I shriek my dismay and struggle to be free. He’s too large, too much, my pussy lips stretched around his girth, pain edging my pleasure.
    “Made for me,” Nate grunts, holding me tight, not allowing me to escape. I’m helpless to stop him as he continues his relentless surge upward, into me, his cock head brazing along my pussy walls, his size reshaping my body.
    He captures my lips with his, filling my mouth with his tongue as he fills my pussy with his cock, owning me completely. I taste the freshness of his mouth. I feel the bloom of his broad tip, the curve of his shaft, the raised veins on his skin. I inhale his clean scent.
    His base presses against me and the invasion temporarily stops. Before I can catch my breath and adjust to his size, he pulls out and slams back inside me. My bare ass slaps against the mirrored wall, the sting causing my pussy to clench around him.
    Nate groans into my mouth and repeats the motion, taking me harder. I gasp and cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, linking my ankles over his ass. He rides me against the wall, his urgency feeding mine. Skin smacks against skin. My hips, pussy, and ass burn, heating at the points of contact. My legs tremble.
    Nate wrenches his lips away from mine, his chest rising and falling against my breasts. “You feel so good.” He drops his head to my left shoulder, driving into me with a breathtaking force. “So fucking good.”
    I’ve never heard Nate drop the f-bomb. This is how far gone he is, how far gone we both are. We’re rutting in the company elevator, uncaring about the security cameras, about our coworkers, about the silly game we’ve been playing.
    I look over his shoulder and gaze with