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My breath caught in my throat, but I didn't hesitate for even a second. This was what I'd been craving, pushing for, ever since I started teasing him with Harry just to see that jealous fire spark in his eyes.
Fuck...yes...!
I slid down slowly, letting my body drag against his the whole way down. My chest brushed the crisp fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard muscles tense beneath it. My hips grazed his powerful thighs in a teasing glide that made us both suck in a breath.
Finally, my knees sank into the soft, plush carpet, and while it was forgiving underneath me, the position felt instantly obscene, charged with electric tension. I looked up at him through my dark lashes, my lips already parted in anticipation, while he loomed over me like a commanding alpha he was, his tie still crooked from where I had tugged at it earlier during one of my bratty moments.
