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But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even slow.

He just ground his hips and drove through my wetness, his thumb returning to my clit as I breathed out the moans.

“Am I still an asshole?”

It took a second to process, to clear my head of all this paralyzing satisfaction.

Once I could make sense of his question, I nodded.

It took an asshole to think he could make me come by slapping my clit. Even if the move had been successful. Even if I would have screamed so loud if I could.

Even if I fucking loved it.

“Looks like I have a lot more work to do.”

He lifted me off the desk, creating a whole new balancing act since I couldn’t wrap my arms around his neck. He stayed inside me, thrusting. And at first, I was so stimulated that I couldn’t accept this new rhythm. But Declan was extremely good at reading my body, knowing what I needed. Knowing how to bring me back to that place.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

There was a ledge in front of one of the windows, and that was where he set me, my hands pressed agains
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