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When he finally lifted his head, I was holding on to his shirt and wishing he’d stop taking these breaks. He looked down at me, then at the table, and his mouth twitched.

“You’ll have patients in here tomorrow if you’re not careful.”

“Then we’d better christen it today.”

He laughed, and I caught his collar and pulled him down. He came willingly, his hands at my waist while I kissed him and enjoyed the sound he made when I didn’t let him get very far away.

“Close the door,” I told him.

He kissed me once more, then laughed as he pulled his shirt free of my grip. I stayed on the table and watched him cross the room.

I was going to have to do something about all this laughing at me.

Rauf shut the door and came back. I put my hands on his shoulders and drew him close, and this time I wasn’t in any hurry to let him go.

He kissed me until I was leaning back on one hand, then followed when I tried to catch my breath. The edge of the table pressed into the backs of my thighs. His hands were warm through my shirt, one spread over my waist and the other sliding up my back.

I brushed sawdust from the hair above his ear. It dusted my fingertips.

Rauf shook his head. More sawdust landed on my shirt. He laughed when I stared at him.

I wiped my fingers on his shirt, then caught the fabric in both hands. “Take this off.”

Rauf’s eyes brightened. He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it toward my new chair. It missed and landed across the desk. I would care about that later. Right now, I had his chest in front of me and no reason to pretend I wasn’t going to touch it.

I ran my hands over him. These scars were familiar now: the thin one that disappeared around his ribs, the rough patch high on his shoulder where he liked my mouth. He’d let me touch the broken horn, but he went very still when I stroked the base of the other one.

I did that now.

His breath caught. His hands tightened on my hips, and I smiled. I’d wanted him before I knew what was behind the door.

I wrapped my fingers around his horn and pulled him down until his mouth was close to mine.

The sound he made was half laugh and half growl. I kissed him before he could say anything else, enjoying the way the growl deepened when I stroked his horn again. He knew what I liked, and I knew what made his control start to slip. I’d spent enough time learning.

His hand slid beneath my shirt and closed over my breast through my bra. I arched into his palm. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, and the pleasure of it went straight between my legs.

He caught the hem of my shirt, but I pushed his hands away. “Your pants.”

Rauf stared at me. I could feel how hard he was where he stood between my knees.

He stepped back and opened his pants. There was no hesitation left between us, no turning away while one of us undressed. I watched him push the fabric down his hips and free his cock. It was already hard, the head dark and wet, and seeing it made my cunt clench.

I slid off the table.

“Hold still.”

He did. That might have been the hottest part. Rauf could lift me with one hand and carry me wherever he wanted, but when I put my palm against his stomach and lowered myself to my knees, he didn’t move.

I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was too thick for my fingers to meet, but I knew that already. I gripped him firmly and stroked slowly. When I dragged my thumb beneath the head, his tail snapped against the leg of the table.

The sharp crack made me look up. Rauf braced both hands on the edge of the table. I dragged my thumb beneath the head again.

His fingers curled against the metal. I leaned forward and licked the drop from the head of his cock. Rauf’s whole body tightened above me. The biggest, strongest man I’d ever met was shaking because I’d put my mouth on him. I liked that very much.

I took the head between my lips. He tasted faintly salty, his skin hot against my tongue. I sucked as I stroked him, letting him slide deeper until the thickness of him filled my mouth. His tail curled loosely around my calf, the soft tuft warm against my skin.

One of his hands left the table and settled against the back of my head. His fingers threaded through my hair while I took him as deep as I could and drew back. The hand in my hair tightened, giving me something to work against. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. He groaned my name.