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“Emm-rich!” she whined.
The bastard—no, not bastard. Even when he’s being so deliciously cruel, she couldn’t bring herself to call him names. But he was being cruel, and smiling about it.
“What, my love? You have my attention, just like you wanted.”
Emmrich’s beautiful hands gripped her hips as she rocked against him. Yes, she’d wanted his attention while he’d been working at his desk. But when he finally relented, this wasn’t what she’d been wanting: riding his lap while they kept their clothes on.
“Beggars can’t be choosers, darling,” he replied. “I hope you’ll keep this in mind when I tell you I’m busy next time.”
Rook felt the outline of his hard cock through their clothes. She was certain her underwear must be soaked by this point. How long had it been? Nearly an hour by now? She’d lost all hope that Emmrich would become impatient and simply fuck her over the desk.
One of his hands came up to her chest. His thumb lightly brushed over her nipple through the linen material. Her back hit the desk as she arched into his touch.
“Please fuck me,” she sighed. “Please, I don’t know if I can come without you—“
“You can,” Emmrich interrupted. “We’ve proven that time and time again. Maybe you don’t want to, but you absolutely can.”
Rook rolled her hips harder against his groin. Her legs were going to be sore tomorrow, but she wasn’t thinking about tomorrow right now. Maker, she couldn’t even bite marks into his neck because he was still wearing that blasted coat. Probably just to spite her specifically.
His other hand cupped the back of her head, drawing her in for a kiss. She bit his lip. Instead of lurching back, Emmrich laughed against her mouth and tightened his grip in her hair.
“You’re on the edge,” he purred. “Can you come for me, sweet thing?”
Rook clenched around nothing. She could feel his bulge through layers of clothing, teasing her until it almost hurt. His tongue pushed into her mouth, the only penetration she’d get for now. Gasping, she came hard, her thighs squeezing his hips and knees hitting the sides of the chair.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Emmrich coaxed. “Even when you’re driving me crazy, you’re still so good for me.”
Legs wavering, she began to stand up when Emmrich gently tugged her back down.
“Oh no, no you’ll keep going for a little while longer,” he remarked. “After all, I haven’t come yet.”