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Looking down at her, bent over to close the gap created by our height difference, I caught her gaze, watched her reaction as I hooked my fingers into her waistband.
    She inhaled, her eyes bright as she stared into mine, and then she inhaled again when I brushed my fingers against her soft stomach and then again when I moved lower, curling my fingers in the hair that covered her sex. She was slick, her hair matted with evidence of her arousal, and as I moved my fingers lower, the delicate petals of her lips spread easily to accept my fingers into her damp heat.
    At some point she’d curved her arms around my shoulders, and at the first glancing brush of my thumb against her clit, she flexed, the movement pushing me closer, her kiss-swollen lips grazing against mine. I repeated the motion and she jerked again, closing her small hands around my shoulder muscles, her grip tight, almost urgent.
    I felt an urgency of my own, something I tried, and probably failed, to keep from her. I stroked her clit, smiling in satisfaction when she widened her legs to give me greater access. Thumb circling her tight nub, I moved my knuckle against her slit, and she rocked into me, increasing the pressure against her.
    She moved her hands up, threading her fingers in the shorn hair at the back of my neck. Almost frantically, she rocked against me, her breath coming out in short huffs, her pussy growing wetter with each second that passed. She wanted more, but at least in this I was in control.
    The urge to bury my fingers in that wet heat was almost overwhelming, but I held off, only stroked at her with enough force and speed to keep her on the edge but not enough to send her over. Finally, after several moments of increasingly frustrated movements, she went still, seeming to accept that I would decide when and if she reached the climax she was seeking.
    “Jordan,” I whispered against her mouth.
    Her eyes snapped up to me, and the mix of annoyance and desire in them was one of the most arousing things I’d ever seen. She loosened her grip on my neck, let her body go slack, and when she’d completely relaxed, I waited a moment, then another, and then began teasing her clit with renewed gusto.
    She moaned out a sound that was a mix of pleasure and relief but cut off short when she saw what had to be the triumph on my face. But she couldn’t stop the tremors that racked her body or the flutter of her pussy walls, something I could feel even though I hadn’t entered her.
    I continued, and her breaths came in increasingly erratic huffs, her eyes heavy-lidded. She squeezed my shoulders tight as she rode the wave of her climax, and, more than almost anything, I wanted to join her, replace my finger with my cock and feel those delicious contractions squeezing around me. But I held back, stroking her as she came down. When she looked up her, her pupils were dilated, eyes bright, shiny, and cloudy with pleasure.
    I removed my hand, fingers coated with her essence, from her shorts and then stood up straight, fixing my face in my most stern expression, something that clearly surprised her and had the clouds of pleasure that had been in her eyes lifting.
    “Where’s the access card, Jordan?”

Chapter Seven
    The question chased away any pleasure that remained in her eyes, and she stood up straight, adjusting her clothing although she was fully covered. She swallowed once, then again before finally speaking.
    “I’m sorry, sir. It’s right here. Let me get it,” she said, voice throaty and rough, probably from her cries of pleasure.
    Displaying remarkable poise, she walked across the small room into a set-off dining area that she appeared to be using as an office. The television flashed across the room, but I could tell that she’d been at her computer before I’d arrived. There was a large mug next to the mouse, along with a stack of papers. She didn’t even try to pretend that she wasn’t hiding them, quickly stacking a blank sheet across