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the way. “I haven’t even started on you yet.” Oh, God, I was going to combust! I felt Blake’s hands run up my legs and under my skirt. When I lifted my ass for him, he pulled my panties off, making me moan. “Mm…you still have too many clothes on,” he stated as his eyes raked over my body. I smirked when his hands moved to undo my blouse, skimming over my breasts as he opened my shirt and exposed them. “You are so fucking perfect,” he mused, pulling my bra cups down. I groaned as his lips latched onto my already hardened nipple, and I was lost in a feeling of euphoria as his fingers pushed into my aching, drenched center.
    “Oh…God…Blake,” I moaned, throwing my head back as he set a fast pace.
    “I want to fuck you on my desk,” he smoldered against my ear.
    “Do it! Just fucking do it!” I demanded, feeling my cliff quickly approaching.
    “All in good time, Beautiful. First, I want to hear you scream my name.” I came instantly at his words, screaming his name until I was muffled by his passionate kiss. Before I could even come back down from my peak, I heard the sounds of a condom wrapper. I didn’t even have time to think as he pulled my legs apart and thrust into me.
    His attack was relentless. He coaxed me back against his desk, gripping my waist tightly and using it to push deeper with each thrust. I was squirming around and shoving papers onto the floor.  At one point, I think I even knocked the caddy on his desk over, spilling all the pens everywhere, but I was too lost in the feeling of his amazing cock sliding in and out of me to really care. We both came together a few minutes later, groaning out our release. Had I really only just met the guy yesterday?
    “And I didn’t think it could get better than last night,” Blake smirked once we had regulated our breathing. “I should take a lunch break more often,” he added, licking up my neck.
    “Blake,” I giggled, trying to push him away. “I only have an hour before I have to get back.”
    “You know it doesn’t take me long,” he teased, his hands roaming up my leg.
    “You’re ready again?” I moaned.
    “I think I’ll always be ready for you,” he murmured, crashing his lips against mine. If I didn’t have such a tight schedule I would have let him continue, but I really did have to leave.
    “Save some for later, Stud,” I giggled, pushing him back with my leg while I straightened out my shirt and tried to find my panties. “Where did you throw my panties?”
    “Finders keepers.” There was no way he was keeping my panties. I couldn’t go to a press interview without any panties on.
    “I need my panties, Blake.”
    “Come and get them, then,” he challenged. Goddammit! Why was he so incredibly sexy?
    “I really need to go, Blake. I can’t be late for my meeting,” I pouted.
    “Then go,” he winked. “I’ll hold onto your panties and bring them back to your hotel room later.” That offer was so tempting.
    “You’ve only known me for a day. What makes you think you have any right to my panties?”
    “I think I’ve earned them.”
    “Is that right?” I questioned seductively, pushing him up against the wall. “I’ll make you a deal— if you give me my panties now, I’ll obey any order you give me later tonight.”
    “You’ll do anything?” Blake’s eyes darkened with desire.
    With a smirk, I ran my fingertips down his bare chest. “If you give them back to me right now, I promise I will obey your every wish later tonight,” I smoldered, moving my fingertips down toward his happy trail. His desire became more than obvious as it began to grow against my stomach.
    “Jesus Christ, Violet,” Blake gasped, quickly handing me my panties. “You win!”
    “Thank you,” I beamed, pecking his lips before slipping my panties back on. “Can you get to the hotel around eight tonight?”
    “After the offer you just gave me, nothing would stop me. I’ll bring your new car over, too,” he smirked,