  &quot;Maybe I'll just take a little nap.&quot; I sigh, watching evilly as his eyes snap open and focus on me intently.
      Holy crap, I've never seen him look so primal.
      &quot;Fuck that shit.&quot; He sounds enraged, bends, grabbing me under my arms and yanks me up, throwing me on the seat onto my back. I let out a squeal. Within seconds he's on top of me, pulling up my dress and ripping my pants off. Another lost pair of underwear at the hands of Carrero. There's no foreplay, no soft kisses or teasing, he's just inside me within seconds, his hunger pushing all traces of sanity away and he's grinding into me with unleashed fever. I writhe and arch under him, burning with how this feels, my head meeting the door with aggression as he rams into me again, using his feet against the other side to lever his thrusts into me.
      I like it, I like this hard, almost violent way he's 

  Jake moves off me and flops down on his back, his skin damp with perspiration much like mine. There's a subtle smell of male sweat which only turns me on more, proof of his exertion in the last few hours erupting in multiple orgasms.
      &quot;Told you the second time would be slow.&quot; He grins at me but I'm too tired to move. I feel like I've just run a marathon. My breathing is labored and my body tingling and heavy. I could sleep for a week. The clock on the bedside tells me it's almost 5.00 a.m. and we've been awake since we got home just before two.
      &quot;We will never get up for work.&quot; I laugh. If I fall asleep now, I won't get up for hours. He's exhausted me again, despite my long office nap.
      &quot;That's okay, because we're not going.&quot; He points out, his eyes coming to rest on mine.
      &quot;Why?&quot; This slacking off work is getting to be a bad 

  &quot;What I'm going to do to you as soon as we get home.&quot; He threatens seductively, eyes heavy and dark, voice husky. Sending shivers through me, losing all thoughts of the nearby driver. He leans in, sinking another kiss on me, letting me down on my feet so his hands can slide down over my back and butt hungrily. He hooks me just under the curve of my ass and pulls me up against his groin, the urge to wrap my legs around him immediately pushed aside as I catch Jefferson clear his throat awkwardly. Jake thankfully releases me, turning me so I face the door and wraps his arms around my shoulders, his face against my cheek, tilting my head to the side. He nibbles my neck and ear softly, his breath warming my skin, sending a thousand hot tingles through me. My body aching to be alone with him.
      When the elevator comes to the ground floor, he pulls me around and picks me up agai

&quot;Maybe I'll just take a little nap.&quot; I sigh, watching evilly as his eyes snap open and focus on me intently.
      Holy crap, I've never seen him look so primal.
      &quot;Fuck that shit.&quot; He sounds enraged, bends, grabbing me under my arms and yanks me up, throwing me on the seat onto my back. I let out a squeal. Within seconds he's on top of me, pulling up my dress and ripping my pants off. Another lost pair of underwear at the hands of Carrero. There's no foreplay, no soft kisses or teasing, he's just inside me within seconds, his hunger pushing all traces of sanity away and he's grinding into me with unleashed fever. I writhe and arch under him, burning with how this feels, my head meeting the door with aggression as he rams into me again, using his feet against the other side to lever his thrusts into me.
      I like it, I like this hard, almost violent way he's screwing me, his need overtaking all rational thought and gentleness. This is a new side to him, an

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