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"You don't need to know that," he says. The bluish white light of his phone goes dark and I hear him move, but now the room is pitch black and I can't see anything.

Dad has thick curtains that can blot out any light. They're working. It might be dark out now, but the moon is bright. Or it would be, if the curtains were open.

The air shifts in front of me and I inhale the scent of V's cologne. My body responds, coming alive with want that it only feels for him. I want to reach out and pull him close, to forget about why I'm here. I don't care why V is in my dad's office being all secretive.

That's not really why I'm here.

I'm here for him.

I hold my arms tight by my side so my tremble doesn't betray me. I've kissed guys since V. I'm not a nun. But none of them have measured up. Not a single bit. And there's been nothing more but a few unsatisfying gropes that I refused to let go farther.

"Why are you here, V?" I ask again, my voice coming out breathy. I don’t think I care about his answer. I just want him to touch me, to deliver on the promise of that kiss we shared.

He’s breathing heavy and with each outburst I feel his chest brush against mine. I can’t see him and that makes feeling him all the more important. His fingers brush against my cheek. It’s soft, gentle. And it’s got me strung tighter than a string instrument.

“Don’t ask me that,” V warns. “You don’t want me to tell you the truth.” This is more intimate than I’ve ever felt with a man, sharing secrets in the dark, even if V isn’t actually telling me anything. “Why did you come here, Ronny?” he throws the question back at me.

The way he says my name is a caress and I scramble for an answer. I should know. This shouldn’t be hard. He came into my dad’s office, he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. But that’s not why I followed him and I’m fooling myself if I say otherwise.

“I’m here for you.”

The groan that comes out of him sends a curl of heat deep within me, a promise of something darkly sexual that I can barely begin to understand. “You should stay away from me,” he warns.

“You would never hurt me.” There’s something honest about standing so near each other in the dark. I can’t see him, but I can almost feel his body as it hovers so close to mine.

“Let me get too close and I’ll destroy you.” He’s close already, his breath whispering over my skin and his hand caressing my cheek.

I want to be destroyed. I want whatever terror that V can wreak. “Do it.” It’s a whisper in the dark, a taunt.

And V takes up the challenge. With a tortured sound that isn’t even human he crushes our mouths together and my body lights up like I’ve been thrust into a fire. His tongue brushes against my lips and I open for him without a thought. There’s no way I can control this kiss, not with the demanding strength in V’s grip.

I want more.

I make a desperate sound and wrap my arms around him, keeping him as close as I can without breaking the kiss. With one breath V owns me. I don’t want to know how many women he’s kissed to get this good at it. I’m caught between him and the hard surface of the wall behind me, completely trapped and at his mercy.

I love it.

I can’t do anything but moan as his tongue conquers me and I can already feel the wetness between my thighs. I’ve touched myself so many times thinking about V that it’s almost impossible to imagine that he’s the one touching me now.

And he is touching me. His palm is on my breast, thumb teasing my nipple through the tissue thin fabric of my dress. I would be embarrassed if I had the capability of feeling anything but pleasure right now. Everywhere V touches lights me up and the sounds coming out of my throat are a wanton cry for more.

“That’s it,” he says as he kisses a path to my neck and sucks on the skin, leaving his mark. “That’s a good girl.”

Oh fuck. It’s almost enough to make me come, and I actually whimper when he says it. I’ve been called a good girl before, but never like this, never when I’m being bad. It’s a reminder that V’s got me up against the wall of my father’s office and if we’re caught we’ll both face dire consequences. But that makes it even hotter.

His hand leaves my breast and I try to follow it, but then he’s hiking my leg up around his hip, my short, short dress riding up and exposing my naked pussy to him.

“Naughty,” he breathes. “So naughty and nice, my good girl has surprises.”

Before I can think of anything the respond to that his fingers brush my sex and I cry out. I’ve touched myself, mostly when remembering my first kiss with V and imagining what it would be to feel his touch. But it was never anything like this.

He strokes me, his fingers delving into my slick sex and making me arch against him, my hips pressing closer, desperate for more contact. I want him to kiss me again. I want his cock. I never want him to stop touching me.

I wish I could see his face. In the pitch black of the room he’s not even a shadow. But I can feel his body so hard against mine and smell the scent of his body wash. The memory is imprinted on me, and I know it’s what I’m going to remember in my dreams.

He hits me just right and I come undone, my body rippling with pleasure as I call out his name. I collapse against him, hanging on his shoulder as he removes his hand from between my legs and settles my feet on the ground.

I don’t know what is supposed to happen next. I’m afraid V is going to say something mean, something to ruin the moment.

Instead he kisses me again. “Go back to your room, baby. Go back and wait for me.”

I swallow hard at the sensual promise in his voice, and then I grasp for the door and escape Dad’s office without a backward glance.