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everything she had into this, tried to show the depth of her feelings through the pleasure she gave.
    Leighton twisted in his chair, reached down and grabbed her tits, cupping them with her palms and pinching and twisting her nipples. She knew what he wanted, so without slowing, she reached down and grabbed one of his hands, settled it on the back of her head. Leighton followed suit with the other and rested them there, seemingly seeking permission.
    “Ah, Layla, are you...ah, sure?”
    She hummed her response and relaxed her muscles, and Leighton took the lead. He laced his fingers through her hair and pushed her head down, releasing a low almost growl as the head of his cock slid down her throat. They stayed that way for an instant, or an eternity, she wasn’t really sure, but then he let out an actual growl and said, “Oh, Layla, can’t...I’m com—”
    His words were reduced to a series of grunts, and cum flooded out of him and down her throat. Layla tried to swallow, which earned her another groan and full-body shudder from Leighton. He released her and pulled out of her mouth, strings of his cum and her saliva coating his cock and her lips. Leighton leaned back, deep, full breaths shaking his big body.
    Layla had never been more proud.
    ••••
    L ayla pulled into her driveway and wasn’t surprised at the sight that greeted her. Leighton leaned against his car, looking like he’d stepped off the cover of a magazine. She idly wondered how he’d beaten her there, but her thoughts scattered as he walked over to her car.
    “I missed you,” he said as she got out.
    She chuckled. “It’s been less than an hour since you saw me.”
    “Still missed you.”
    The walked up the driveway and stopped at her front door.
    “May I sleep over tonight?” Leighton asked.
    “Here?” Layla said.
    “Yes,” he responded.
    She looked him up and down and then smiled. “Sure.”

Chapter Nine
    O ne month later
    “Pretty please? I’ll make it worth your while.”
    He made an exaggerated face and narrowed his eyes into a come-hither look, more than hinting at what he had in mind if she stayed over.
    “Nope. Rules is rules, but I’m not totally inflexible. I will allow you a chaste hug and kiss.”
    “So generous.” She quirked a brow and then he said, “Deal. I taught you so well. The student has become the master.”
    “Ha. Doubtful. You just find me irresistible,” she said.
    “Oh yes I do,” he said, his tone low and sensual as he stalked toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I want you with me every night.”
    “You see me most nights,” she said as he leaned down and peppered kisses along her jawline, eliciting moan and making her pussy ache for him as his touch always did, testing her resolve to keep their relationship out of the office.
    “Most isn’t every,” he said as he pulled back, “but I’ll take what I can get.”
    He cradled her in his arms for several long moments, his tenderness shining through the sexual heat. These embraces, when he held her like she was precious, like he didn’t want to let her go, had become more frequent over the last couple of weeks. They’d settled into a routine of sorts, spending several evenings a week at her house and even visiting his estate on occasion. They made love, amazing love that only seemed to get better as they learned each other. But they did other things as well, ate breakfast on Sunday morning, him reading an actual physical newspaper, while she teased him for being a Luddite, watched teen dramas on television, though he insisted they were background noise that helped him concentrate on his push-ups. And they talked, talked about most everything. He was reluctant to discuss his family, especially his father, quick to distract her when the subject came up, but he was still open and free. And true to his word, he respected her boundaries at work, well, except the for occasional late-night kiss, and treated her