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He took advantage of her distraction and hooked his hands under her knees, forcing her flat on her back. Without further ado, he spread her thighs and put his mouth on her.
He was going so deep she knew his beard would be soaked. That shouldn’t concern her. It usually didn’t, but they were in his office, and he probably had more meetings, and that freaking door was still unlocked. Roth buried her worries beneath an avalanche of sensation. He fed from her as if her taste were addictive; as if he gained sustenance from what he extracted from her.
His bearded chin scraped overstimulated flesh. She let out a pitiful moan as she tried to get away from that relentless tongue that threatened to make her eyes roll.
“Love when you make that sound,” he growled against her as she convulsed. “You’re the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Tell me you crave this as much as I do.”
“Roth, please.” She squealed when he bit her inner thigh to punish her. She reached down to run her fingers through his sweaty hair in apology as she corrected herself, “Jamie, please.”
“Please, what?”
“I need you in me.”
“Soon.” He spread her labia and blew, making her shudder. “Is this what you came for? You couldn’t wait for me to come home to see to you?” His voice was low and rough.
“I... I came for...”
“What, princess?”
“To give you a treat,” she got out before his mouth clamped on her clit. “Oh my God! I can’t!” Her head jerked violently to the left as pleasurable zaps lanced through her body. Just when she thought she was going over the edge, he pulled back.
“A treat,” he purred as he strummed her clit with calloused fingers. “Yes, you brought me a tasty treat.”
“Not me. A sweet, uh...” Her mind short-circuited as he toyed with her. Why couldn’t she think of the name of that round pastry she’d bought from the coffee shop? That gooey thing with chocolate chips that had seemed so divine half an hour ago... Now, she couldn’t think of anything more appetizing than sticking her tongue in her husband’s mouth or sucking him off. “I can’t think straight when you’re teasing me.”
“Yes, you can,” he rumbled. “Mo texted me that you called on them. Where did you go?”
“I... I...”
“Yes?”
“I went with Sarai to... Fuck!”
He chuckled. “Focus, princess.”
“The only thing I’m focused on is you fucking my brains out. Jamie, please. I need you.”
He groaned against her pussy, making her walls convulse as it yearned to be plundered. He wiped his damp beard on her inner thigh before rising and gripping the front of her throat to pull her into a sitting position. Jasmine swayed, drunk on desire and giddy for what she knew was coming. Slowly, he slid inside her. She squirmed. No matter how many times he took her, there was that tiny bite of pain, because he was just a tad too big. If he was an inch shorter, it would be more comfortable. As if he could read her thoughts, he pumped his hips, making her bite back a hiss.
Roth’s gaze was trained on where they were joined. “There’s no better hell than this.”
She tugged at the hand collaring her. “Hell?”
His hold tightened enough to make her go rigid. “Thought I knew what hell was,” he said against her lips. “Thought I knew what heaven was too, but you proved me wrong again.”
Before she could respond, he swung her off the desk, scattering the blueprint and several other papers to the ground. He bounced her on his dick as he carried her to the glass wall and gave her a sweet kiss before setting her on her feet and faced her away from him. He tapped his dick on her ass and massaged one cheek as she took in the street below and the surrounding buildings, including her father’s.
“Are the windows tinted?” she asked nervously.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes! We’re not at your penthouse on the ninety-fifth floor. People will see?—”
“Who you belong to,” he finished as he slid inside her and crowded her against the cold glass. “I wish I had this office when Maximus was alive. I’d fuck you right here every day, so he’d see me reaming his princess and loving everything I do to her. We’ll have to settle for Ariana, his partners, or your childhood friends to bear witness.”
She reared back. “No!”
“Yes.” He bit her shoulder hard enough to make her claw the glass. “You’re going to show them who owns you—who makes you feel so fucking good, you’ll let me take you anytime, anywhere. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, won’t you, princess?”
