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That old song about the difference a day ht on…or ed Either way, I’ to let worry over that color these few stolen moments with Ethan

He’s on the phone when I walk in, but he immediately smiles when he sees

"I’ve got to go," he tells the person on the other end of the line "So around the desk to get toabout him just a little more predatory than I remember from yesterday

"Hello, Ms Girard," he says as he shuts the door

"Hello, Mr Frost"

He takes the heavy blender froht we took care of the whole present thing yesterday"

"Maybe you took care of it I certainly didn’t"

"What’s the big deal? It’s a blender"

"Exactly" I s deal? It’s a blender"

He narrows his eyes at et you in trouble one day"

I play coy, glance up at hiht it already had"

He groans then, pulls ht"

"I missed you, too"

He bends his head, nuzzleswith me"

"It’s customary to ask, you know" It’s h collar of my blouse out of the way so that he can lick at the bruises on the side of s professional during business hours, ive hiot ain" His hands wrap aroundinside ainst the sensitive skin ofuntil it registers that he’s playing withit," he says, his voice rife with satisfaction

"I said I would"

"But you won’t keep the blender"

"It’s a different thing entirely"

His hands slip underdown to toy with my sex I’m wet already, just from the feel of his lips on er and then a second inside me

"How is it different?" he asks as he pushes his fingers in before slowly sliding them back out In and out In and out

I s for hi a difficult ti up with the conversation

Ethan’s thuh the tender folds of my sex, finds my clit, circles around and around it in a lazy rhythed

"The blender," he murmurs, even as he bends down and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive spot behind my ear

"What blender?" My voice and ers he has inside ainst rowls right before he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of ers deep insidehis name Thank God his office is soundproof

He draws out le ounce of sensation from me that he can Only then, when I’rab on to my panties and yank

They’re lace, so it doesn’t take roans, even as he unbuttons his custom-tailored suit pants and slips on a condoain, lifting s around his waist

And then he’s insideinside lehis mouth down to mine And then there are no more words as I lick and suck and bite at his as around, Ethan takes a few steps to the right and suddenly ainst one of his office walls "You okay?" he demands, one hand still on my ass while the other comes up to squeeze and pet and stroketo meet each of his thrusts "Please, Ethan Please"

"Please what?" he snarls, his hips pistoning againsta few fairly spectacular ass bruises todoes but the desperate, clawing need currently tearing through ain," I whimper "Please I can’t--"

He bends his head down then, bites at h the thin fabric of my blouse, my bra At the same tie I need, the tiny little pinprick of pain that sends e into oblivion

Seconds later, Ethan followsin ht through it all, deter as I can I don’t ever want to let hiets his voice back "I’m sorry that was so fast"

"Do I look like I’?" I smile up at him, trail a hand over his neck Relish the flare of heat in his satisfied eyes

"You look like you’ve just been fucked," he mur that’s exactly what happened to me"

He leans down, captures roans when the intercoht o’clock is here"

"I need to get going, too," I tell hihten his tie It a sex and yet his tie is barely askew "I have a bunch of research that’s calling asping a little as he slides out of me and disposes of the condo mine"

Still, he takes the time to fix my skirt formass of curls that is my hair