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I whispered against his lips, still buzzing from the way he'd claimed them, "See? I told you that you wanted it too… no take-backs now, sir."
Mr. Fairchild, Xavier when no one was watching, but always Mr. Fairchild in the privacy of my mind...let out a low sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl. His lips were swollen and shiny from our kiss, his cheeks a deep, reluctant pink that looked downright scandalous on someone usually so composed.
For a heartbeat, he pulled away completely, striding toward the door with that kind of confidence that usually meant he was about to fire someone or seal a massive deal.
Panic surged through me, sharp and ridiculous. I hadn't had proper, satisfying sex in days, almost two weeks now, honestly... and the idea of him walking out now, leaving me aching and dripping on his desk like some discarded fantasy, was almost more than I could handle.
