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body rejected the idea and wanted to claim her as my own, I stilled and started to pull back.
    “Ruby—”
    “Please, don’t stop,” she said, grasping my hips and lifting up her own.
    The movement pushed me ever so slightly deeper insider her.
    Of their own volition, my hips jerked, moving another inch of my cock inside her. Pleasure, electric and intoxicating, rocked through me, and I pressed gently and then a little harder, balanced on the edge, wanting to bring us to gather there but anxious not to cause her any pain, and awed by the gift she was giving me.
    “Are you okay?” I asked when I was more than halfway inside her.
    “Oh yes,” she said around her breathy moans.
    I drove in the rest of the way, not stopping until my pelvis hit hers. She sucked in a harsh breath.
    “It’s okay,” I said, as her reached between our bodies and strummed her clit.
    She breathed out again, but this time the sound was one of pleasure. And it only spurred my own.
    I moved, tentatively at first, but as her breaths sped, so did my thrusts. I had never experienced anything like the joy of being inside of her, her tightness squeezing around me, the softness of her body cradling me as I moved inside her.
    Her walls fluttered around me, and she gripped my back tight, her fingernails burrowing into my skin. I didn’t care. The marks she would leave and the tiny sting of her nails were more than worth it. Would’ve been a thousand times over.
    I reached between us again, brushed her clit, and then circled my finger around her opening, touching the place where we were joined.
    It was her undoing.
    She came apart in my arms, her body tight with her climax, her pussy clamping down on me so tight that it took my breath away.
    And then it was my turn, and my orgasm flashed through me like lightning, stronger and more intense than any that had come before it.
    I stayed inside her as long as I could, and I squeezed her tight, holding her in the afterglow of the moment.
    Much later, I got up, found the bathroom, and quickly returned with a warm cloth, which I pressed against her.
    “This feels nice, doesn't it?” I asked.
    She smiled and nodded softly, her face so innocent, her expression revealing her trust. Just as I had wanted.
    So why, underneath the contentment that release had brought me, did shame me, hot and piercing, cut me so deeply?

Chapter Eight
    I didn’t see her again until Monday night’s shift, but the memory of being with her had been my constant companion after I’d left her.
    At work, she was the same as she always was, and when I brushed my knuckles against hers, she looked at me with sharp reprimand, but underneath I could see the softness.
    If I had any doubt before, it was gone. She trusted me completely.
    I should have been ecstatic, and I was, mostly, but I couldn’t shake that nagging feeling of wrongness. It was stupid, ridiculous even, but I couldn’t deny that this, that I, would change her forever. I’d taken something that she could never get back, and as much as I was committed to pulling this job off, as impossible as it was for me to be deterred, I couldn’t pretend that she would escape this without consequence just like I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t care.
    “Would you wait here?” she asked about halfway through our shift. “I need a break.”
    I nodded and leaned against the cart, waiting.
    When Ruby had rounded the corner, presumably headed toward the ladies’ room, Daniel materialized as if out of nowhere.
    I stood straight and glared at him.
    “I know,” he said, “but I found out that the schematics are still here and they are in that locked room, box 368. You any closer to getting the key?”
    I narrowed my eyes at Daniel, frustrated and annoyed, but answered anyway. “The key is in hand. She trusts me now, and I can get it from her,” I said quietly.
    “Wow. I’m kind of impressed. I didn’t think you had a chance.”
    “I’m very good at what I do,” I said. “And