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have to tell me how hard to suck and warn me when you’re about to shoot your hot cum down my throat. I don’t want to lose a drop.”
    He reaches above the closed door and his suit jacket pulls up, revealing a gorgeously tight ass. Henley fiddles with the camera, the click declaring his intentions.
    “The professional rules apply only to public spaces.” He sits across from me, rolling his chair away from the table. “And you’re not sucking my cock today.”
    “No?” I glance down at Henley’s groin. “But your cock needs to be sucked.” He pats one of his thighs. “And I want to give you what you need.” I rise to my feet, circle the table, and slide onto his lap. His legs are firm, his muscles unrelenting, his strength reassuringly palpable. He’s healthy and male and I’ll make him mine.
    “I decide what I need.” Henley hooks one of his arms around me and pulls me into his big body. He’s warm and hard, the ridge in his dress pants pushing against my ass. “We’re at work.”
    I swing my legs to the left, perching on one of his thighs, and smile up at him. “We’re not in public.” I brush my fingertips over his square chin, his skin smooth. “Misbehave with me, Henley.” I lean forward and press my lips against his.
    Henley stiffens, his mouth remaining closed to me, his lips motionless, and I pull away, his silent rejection slicing into my heart. He groans and surges forward, capturing my face between his grooved palms, smashing our lips together.
    I gasp and he invades, his tongue sliding along mine, exploring, conquering, claiming. He tastes of black coffee and a distinctive flavor I suspect is all him, and I open more to him, hungry for his kiss, hungry for him.
    I flatten my hands against the lapels of his jacket, savoring the sensation of soft fabric pulled tight over hard body, and I close my eyes, focusing on his tongue stroking in and out of my mouth, his cologne, his heat, giving myself totally to him.
    For a big man, he touches me delicately, his grip on my face light yet sure. He grazes my cheeks with his rough thumbs, his caresses lighting sensual fires within me.
    I moan, tilting my head back, the movement tousling my hair. Henley tangles his fingers in my cascading curls and his breath hitches, the slight sound exciting me. As he plays with my hair, I become the aggressor, learning the shape and feel of his mouth, clasping his nape with my hands, his neck thick, his form solid against my breasts.
    Without breaking our kiss, I turn and straddle him, my gaze meeting his. My skirt hikes up, baring more of my skin. Henley’s big hands drop and he cups my ass, pushing me against the ridge in his dress pants, securing me.
    This is what I need. I grind my wet panties against him, the delightful pressure easing some of my torment. The scent of my musk, of my desire, mixes with his cologne. He kneads my ass and I swivel my hips, his hardness divine.
    He’ll feel even better without any barrier between us. I lower my hands to his belt and struggle with the buckle.
    “No.” Henley covers my hands with his, stopping me.
    I frown, confused. His eyes are the blackest black and his erection is unabated. “You want me.”
    “I want you too much to rush this.” He turns me away from him, handling me as though I weighed nothing. “Your little friend is waiting for us.” Henley pushes me gently off his lap, forcing me to my feet. “And you may not worry about your reputation but I do.” He tugs on the hem of my skirt.
    My behemoth worries about me. He’s putting my reputation before his physical needs. “You’re taking care of me.” No one has ever taken care of me. I’ve always taken care of others.
    Henley straightens my blazer. “You’re one of my people now.” He threads his fingers through my hair, smoothing the curls around my face. “And I’ll protect you.”
    I grasp his hands and swipe my thumbs over his scarred palms. “I know you will protect me.” I doubt my giant