Leo
"Leo," she whispered, her body already responding to my touch despite her attempt at professional distance. "The driver—"
"Can’t see through the privacy partition," I completed her thought, my fingers finding the zipper of her tailored pants. "And can’t hear us unless I activate the intercom."
Her resistance crumbled as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, finding her already wet and ready. A soft gasp escaped her lips as I circled her most sensitive spot with deliberate precision.
"Tell me to stop," I challenged, my voice husky with desire, "and I will."
Her answer came in the form of her hands reaching for my belt buckle, her eyes darkened with the same hunger that consumed me.
"Don’t you dare stop," she commanded, and Ronan howled in triumph within me.
I freed my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants, groaning as her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft. In one fluid motion, I lifted her onto my lap, positioning her so she straddled me, her skirt bunched around her waist.
"This suit," I growled, pushing her jacket off her shoulders to reveal the silk blouse beneath. "You have no idea what it does to me."
"I think I have some idea," she purred, grinding against my erection, the thin fabric of her panties the only barrier between us.
With a primal growl, I ripped the delicate material away, exposing her glistening core. She gasped at the sudden action, her pupils dilating with arousal.
"I need you now," she demanded, her wolf rising to the surface, her eyes flashing with amber fire.
I positioned myself at her entrance, my hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave marks—marks that would remind her later of this moment, of who she belonged to.
"Mine," I growled as I thrust upward, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.


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