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undress.
    But he liked it like that. He’d been powerless in his marriage and for a man like him it dug deep, ripping him apart where most couldn’t see. But with Tess he had power — just get her sweet pussy aroused and she was his — doing anything for him. He liked the power play. A lot.
    He started playing harder with her clit and she started moaning harder as he watched her lush body undulate on top of his desk. His dick had just ejaculated and it already wanted more. The red tuft of hair above her pussy was so rich, and deep in color it topped her soft, puffy slit.
    “Vincent!” She caught his hand, pushing his fingers deeper.
    “Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you want.”
    He did a maneuver that made her squeal passionately, arching upward. “Cock,” she cried. “Baby, pleaseeee give me your cock.”
    Fuck. He’d been going to play wicked with her, but the sound of her passion drove him forward. He pulled his cock, barely in his pants free, then pushed her legs to her chin. Pussy was his.
    Her plump ass was nearly in his balls on the first drive, and he could see every inch of his thick shaft thrusting into her. He tossed his head with a growl. He would not fucking come yet.
    About an hour later, Tess sat curled in his lap as he sat in his desk chair. He’d pulled his jeans up. Tess was still naked.
    “I should get dressed,” she whispered.
    He shook his head, curling her tighter into him — he had her thighs under one forearm. She huffed at his answer and he watched her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples were still hard.
    “I feel exposed,” she muttered.
    He grinned wickedly, looking down at her. “You are,” he told her.
    Her arm, across the back of his shoulders, squeezed. “And why do you like that?” she asked, looking under her lashes up at him.
    “Fucking turns me on,” he uttered, and he watched her irises flare. “Fucking turns you on too.”
    At that, she shook her head, bouncing her ponytail against his cheek. “You can’t know that.”
    “Why would you lie to me?” he asked, with his voice rumbled. He felt her quiver against him.
    “I’m not use to this,” she answered softly.
    “Get used to it,” he told her, and their eyes latched for long moments.
    Then she did a beautiful Tess thing. “Okay,” she said. That simple.
    He startled her when he stood, taking her with him up in his arms. He carried her to his private bathroom, where he helped her clean up, then he kissed her with her back pressed to the wall for long moments. Until those big breasts of hers were rising and falling rapidly.
    He looked down her body, watching them. “Never been this way before,” he said lowly. “Don’t wanna lose it.”
    Her hand squeezed the back of his neck where she’d been playing with his hair. “I don’t wanna lose it either,” she said, pressing against him. Then she pressed harder, up on her toes, trying to put her mouth near his ear. “I worry we don’t know each other.”
    “Yeah,” he muttered. They had fucking fantastic sex, but how one sided was that. He wondered how this bossiness, he had to give her, would play out in everyday life against their personalities. He thought Tess was a sweet, giving woman … but was he sure.
    “I don’t want to mess anything up, Vincent,” she murmured against his ear. “But we’ve gone so fast and our dissolving marriages are such a mess.”
    He pulled back and grabbed each side of her face. “First, I’m not fucking losing you. You get that in your head. I’ll grant we need more time. Don’t fucking like it. But I get it.”
    He kissed her lightly, then pulled back to grasp her hand. “Let’s get you dressed for the rest of this conversation.”
    She squeezed his hand with a small smile and followed him, as he wondered what he wouldn’t give to keep her.
    Even as he was trying to let her go, give them space … he didn’t. He brushed her hands aside when she tried to dress herself, doing it for her …