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effectively she was knocked out of the moment. What was wrong with her? No one else? Ever again? She liked men, loved sex and wasn’t looking at Seth—
sir
—with any kind of permanence. He wasn’t programmed that way. Hell, neither was she. If she were going to get all psychologically involved, this might not be the best idea after all. She opened her mouth to call stop.
    His cock breached her outer folds. The blunt, thick assault nearly split her in two.
    “Goddess!” she shouted, clawing at the desk.
    Hands grabbed her hips and, instead of holding her still, pulled her onto him with unrelenting force. All she could think about was the way he was filling her, stretching her farther than she’d ever been stretched. “Yes,” she hissed, trying to push back harder.
    A stinging slap to the ass made her groan. Arousal flooded her sex.
    “Sweet gods,” Seth said on a moan. “You’re tight.”
    “Please, Se—sir. Please.”
    “Begging doesn’t do it for me, Red.” The words were gritted out between clenched teeth.
    “I need… I need….”
    One hard shove seated him.
    Eden’s animalistic cry echoed throughout the room.
    “Again,” he commanded, pulling back and slamming home. “Because that does.”
    She couldn’t help but comply.
    The rhythm he set—fast, hard, demanding—put her at his mercy. She was on fire, burning alive. Something caliginous coiled inside her, dense and huge and uncontrollable.
    Deft fingers sought out her clit and traced the very edges of that little bundle of nerves, teasing, never delivering the touch she needed that would send her over the edge. The harder she tried to maneuver him, the slower he thrusted, the less touch she received.
    A near sob escaped her.
    “Easy, Red. I told you I’d make you wait ten minutes for every minute you failed to obey me, did I not?”
    Words were abstract. It took a minute for her to assign meaning. “Ten minutes?” It was all she could think. He’d make her wait ten minutes for release? She suddenly wondered if someone could be fucked to death. Or, in this case, die because they were
almost
fucked to death.
    “I’m feeling generous.” He stroked her clit.
    “Thank you, sir.” She didn’t know what else to say, couldn’t quite keep the sarcasm from her response.
    He drove into her with several rapid, almost brutal thrusts. Then he slowed again. “You’re welcome.”
    She fought not to beg. “I can’t do this.”
    He froze. “Safe-wording on me?”
    The thought crossed her mind, briefly illuminated as a possibility before sexual hunger squashed it flatter than a bug under a boot heel. “No.”
    Slow strokes resumed, in and out with a roll of the hips. “Good girl.”
    Without warning, he slammed into her with ball-slapping drives. The sounds of sex—the heavy breathing, words of encouragement and soft cries—combined to drown out the muffled thump of bass from the club. His free hand snaked up her front to palm her breast and pull her upright. Bending his knees, he pushed into her hard enough to lift her to her toes with every thrust. He was ruthless in his lovemaking. It was too much. She began to unravel in the most fundamental way.
    He abandoned her breasts to grab her chin and force her head to his shoulder, arching her back to the very point where pain and pleasure met, winding around one another, weaving through each other. “Now, Red.”
    He pinched her clit.
    Eden’s scream ripped through the office. Her sheath clamped around his thrusting cock and bore down. She milked him, pulling his orgasm from him without mercy or regret.
    He shouted in her ear, a base sound both carnal and pure.
    Air whipped about, lifting and tossing anything not pinned down, from the shards of his pen cup to his desk. Nothing touched them, but the damage was impressive.
    The earth literally moved beneath her feet.
    Water sprang from the overhead fire extinguisher system.
    The need for fire, to balance the three elements threatening to take her