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Clutching his shoulders, she started to wrap her legs around him, but he grasped her ankles and placed them on the edge of the desk.
    Only then did he pull away to look at her stretched out—all for him. Her body was long, lean
    and perfectly bronzed. With Irish and Native American heritage, she had a lightly bronzed glow all year round. Her dark brown nipples tightened even harder under his gaze and with each second
    that passed, her breathing grew as erratic as his. His cock pressed hard against his pants,
    demanding he take her, but Wyatt needed to taste her. The subtle sent of her desire twined around him.
    Even though he told himself to tease her, to work her up to it more, he couldn’t. Pulling her all the way to the edge of the desk so her thighs widened, he bent and covered her clit with his mouth.
    Sucking hard on the swollen nub, he grinned when her thighs tightened around his head. She
    gasped his name in a way that drove him insane. The desperate note in her voice matched his
    feelings for her.
    More than anything he loved hearing his name on her lips. Stroking and teasing, he increased
    his pressure on her clit as he slid a finger inside her tight body. As he added another, her hips jerked against his face, her rhythm frantic.
    One of her hands slid into his hair. She grabbed his head rougher than he’d expected,
    ratcheting up his own hunger. “Quit teasing.” Her words came out as a desperate plea.
    Flicking his tongue harder over her sensitive bundle of nerves, his entire body tightened when
    he felt her inner walls clench around his fingers. She was so close he could feel it with each stroke of his fingers. But he wanted to be inside her when she came. Wanted to feel her milking his cock as he found his own release. Though he hated to pull away from her and her sweet taste, he lifted his head.
    Breathing hard, she propped up on her elbows and stared at him. She opened her mouth,
    surprise clear on her face that he’d stopped. But she paused when he quickly tore off his shirt. He snagged and ripped a few buttons off, but he didn’t care. Then he grasped the belt she’d started to undo earlier. Before shoving his pants down he grabbed a condom from his back pocket. With Iris in his life, he’d decided to be prepared at all times until her birth control kicked in.
    As he started to open it, she took it from him. Smiling wickedly, Iris set it on the desk beside her.
    She grasped the edges of his boxer briefs and too fucking slowly pushed them down his legs until he kicked them away.
    With her dark gaze still on him, she took her time opening the packet then stroked his cock with one hand—slowly, torturously. She caressed him once, twice, three times…he lost count of her
    long, even strokes. He gritted his teeth, about to beg her to stop when she decided to have mercy on him. With slightly shaking hands she rolled the condom over his hard length. He jerked under her touch, unable to control himself.
    What she did next surprised him. He was ready to take her on the desk but she pointed behind
    him in the direction of his chair.
    “Sit,” she said softly.
    With his cock jutting out, painfully hard, he did as she said. The leather was cool against his ass but she quickly slid off the desk and his entire body almost went up in flames.
    Straddling him, she didn’t pause or tease before impaling herself on him in one long stroke. Her slick, tight sheath molded perfectly around him.
    “Fuck,” he growled, pumping into her once before he grasped her hips hard and held her still.
    He just wanted to savor the feel of her pulsing around his cock.
    Her dark eyes were heavy lidded as she watched him, hunger clear in her expression. Reaching
    up, he cupped one of her breasts and rubbed his thumb over her brown nipple. It was already hard, but it beaded tighter as he flicked it. And each time he tweaked it, her pussy clamped tighter
    around him.
    “Take me in your mouth,” Iris whispered, need clear in her