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apartment was more than habitable, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.
    â€œI thought it was time for a distraction.”
    Instead of straightening, she braced her weight on her hands, which were flattened on the desk, and wriggled her butt. “What did you have in mind?”
    He couldn’t drag his gaze from her tempting arse. “I thought we could christen your desk.”
    Her legs gave a delicious wobble. “What makes you think I haven’t done that already?”
    â€œHave you?” He came up behind her and ran his hands over her provocative butt. Lust shot through him. Was she naked beneath her dress? Sure felt like it.
    â€œUh…no.” Her voice was breathless. “But I might have.”
    He inched her dress up. A purple thong barely covered her crack and her naked butt cheeks rendered him speechless. He slid a finger over her wet slit and her throaty groan arrowed straight to his cock.
    She arched her back, thrusting her arse more securely against his probing finger. He leaned over her and moved the phoenix so it was no longer in any danger of falling off the desk. Willow looked over her shoulder at him. Chestnut tendrils had escaped her messy topknot and tumbled over her face and her smoky eyes said fuck me now.
    â€œCan’t you move it so it’s got its back to us?”
    â€œWhat?” He worked his fingers beneath her scrap of lace. She was so hot and wet.
    â€œThe phoenix,” she gasped. “It’s watching us.”
    â€œYeah.” His voice was strained as he tore open his pants and released his dick. Fuck. The relief. “That’s right.” He hardly knew what he was saying and didn’t much care. Willow’s musky scent was driving him out of his mind.
    He slid the thin strap of her dress over her shoulder and cupped her breast through her lacy bra. She shuddered and he roughly pulled her bra down so he could feel her erect nipple dig into the palm of his hand.
    â€œYour tits drive me crazy,” he growled against her ear. She groaned and her pussy quivered around his invading fingers. He nibbled kisses along the column of her throat and over the curve of her shoulder. She writhed beneath him, her erratic gasps and breathy moans pushing him to the edge.
    With a muttered curse, he released her and pulled a condom from his pocket. Without even bothering to strip off his pants, he sheathed himself and grasped Willow’s hips.
    â€œIncoming,” he said, and she choked on a laugh. He grinned at the back of her head and shoved his dick into her slick heat.
    He groaned and closed his eyes as she bucked beneath him. She was so hot and tight and wet. Better than any of his fantasies over the years. He dragged open his eyes and roughly pushed her dress over her back. She was splayed over her desk and her naked arse jerked every time he thrust into her.
    The sight transfixed him. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
    He slid his hand over her smooth stomach and between her thighs. Her pussy lips hugged his cock and he gritted his teeth. He would not come yet. She gasped and squirmed as he teased her swollen clit, and unbearable pressure throbbed through his groin.
    â€œSeb,” she panted. God, he loved the way she said his name when she was so close to coming. She arched her back and shuddered, her pussy squeezing his cock like nothing he’d experienced before.
    He buried his face against her damp neck and gave her everything he had.
    She felt so good, flattened beneath him, with her butt plastered between his thighs. He finally raised his head to look down at her. She was leaning on her folded arms, gasping for breath, her eyes closed and a bewitching blush highlighting her cheek.
    She looked thoroughly fucked.
    He shifted and she opened her eyes, but didn’t attempt to move. “I think my desk is well and truly christened now, Seb.”
    â€œGlad to hear it.” He reached over her and