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He blew a hot breath across my slick center and then I felt his teeth nip at the most sensitive part of me. It was a stinging touch that had my back arching and my hand yanking on his soft hair. He just chuckled into my folds and repeated the motion, only to follow it with a penetrating lick of his tongue. The stinging and soothing went on like that until I couldn’t see straight. The tiny burn of pain so quickly followed by the assault of pleasure was making me crazy. I could feel my body shaking, my muscles quivering, everything inside of me getting loose and wet. I was muttering his name over and over like some kind of incantation, and that just drove him on further.

I felt his fingers slide inside of me. Felt my body drag and pull at him as it begged for release. He curled those talented digits into me and stroked and wiggled until I was sure the top of my head was going to blow off at the double stimulation. I gasped in outrage when all of it was suddenly taken away right on the brink of an orgasm that I was sure would turn me inside out. I was going to scream at him that he better finish what he started when I looked down to see him brushing his mouth and chin, which were shiny with my desire for him, against the inside of my thigh before he climbed back to his feet and yanked his belt off and his pants open.

I loved when his eyes looked like melted gold and flowed like a river of want and need all over me. I adored when he got impatient and ruffled in his need to be inside of me.

He grabbed my ankle again and this time maneuvered my leg up so that my foot was resting on his shoulder as he leaned forward and aligned his straining erection with my opening. His hands hit the desk above my shoulders, and as he pressed into me a glint of humor sparked in his eyes.

“Have I ever told you how happy I am that your years of dancing made you so flexible?”

If I hadn’t been full of hard cock and on the verge of exploding, I would’ve rolled my eyes at him or maybe smacked him. Instead I grabbed either side of his shirt and pulled him down so I could kiss him as he started to move in and out of me at a frantic pace. The position he had me in let him go so deep that I felt like he was in places he had never been before. I groaned and held on to him even tighter as he began to pound into me hard enough to move us both across the top of the desk.

We panted into one another. Breathed one another in, and when he pushed himself up just enough to get a hand between where we were joined so he could rub firm circles across my clit with his thumb, that was all it took for me. I came on a breathless wail and in a wash of pleasure so hot and fierce I was surprised it didn’t scald him.

He kissed me hard, put my other leg up on his shoulder, got better leverage for himself, and hammered into me a few more times until he found his own completion and filled me up in a rush of his desire.

When we were both replete and wasted, he pulled out of me and I knew he was watching as he did so. He was always watching the different ways we were connected to each other and it always made me feel so special and important when he did.

He flopped back in his big leather chair and pulled open his desk drawer. Like I said, it wasn’t the first time this desk had been used for funny business instead of real business. We were prepared now. We both cleaned up and got situated back into our clothes. He kissed me hard on the mouth and pulled me down into his lap.

“We’re going to be late to the party.”

I rubbed my thumb along his jaw. “Worth it. Besides, the graduate will only have eyes for one person there anyways.”

He grunted. “Booker. That little girl is almost legal, and once she is, shit’s gonna hit the fan.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Race keeps trying to encourage her to do a study abroad program, but she isn’t biting.”

He laughed a little. “Well, some things are worth waiting for. If it’s supposed to happen, then it will when the time is right.”

Or they were just going to have to make the time right for them like we had done. It would be interesting to see how it all played out once the stunning teenager was out from under Race’s watchful eye.

We were in the Range Rover just pulling into the parking lot in front of the condos on the docks when a familiar face appeared and seemed to be anxiously awaiting our arrival.

Stark was pacing back and forth in front of the complex with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and a scowl marring his face behind his glasses.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get here.” He spoke to Nassir but his gaze swept over me as well. “I need your help.”

Nassir reached for my hand and tugged me to his side. “What’s the problem?”

Stark was often called in for security upgrades and other fact-finding ventures Nassir needed him to undertake. I thought I knew the man fairly well but I had never seen him this agitated or upset before. Clearly, neither had Nassir. He looked as confused and wary as I felt.

“The girl that I brought to you, the street kid that had the info on the kid you were looking for, is missing.”

I frowned and watched Nassir narrow his eyes at the other man as he asked, “What do you mean missing? She lives on the street. How can you tell?”

Stark growled and lifted his hands to pull at his hair. “Because she came to me for help and I turned her away. I felt like an ass about it afterward and went to find her to tell her I changed my mind, but she’s nowhere. No one has seen hide nor hair of her. It’s like she vanished off the face of the earth a few weeks ago.”

I ran my hand up Nasir’s tense arm and told Stark, “She just brought a girl to us. She’s the reason Nassir was able to get the Eastern Europeans out of the Point.”

His slate-gray eyes sharpened on me. “When was that?”

Nassir frowned “About two weeks ago.”

Stark’s pacing slowed down and he let out a deep breath. “Maybe she’s all right, then. I would just like to know for sure. The stuff she was asking me to help her with . . .” He shook his head. “It sounded like pretty bad news.”

Nassir shifted next to me. “What was she into?”

Stark cleared his throat and looked down at his feet. “She helps kids in bad situations get out. Her newest project wasn’t some reject from the Point or even some lost rich kid from the Hill. It was Julia Grace.”

I balked not because Noe was doing exactly the same thing I was doing with far less resources but because the name Stark dropped was very familiar. I felt Nassir go stone still next to me. “The mayor’s teenage stepdaughter, Julia Grace?”