Chapter 10: What I Did at Dawn

Kirk's POV

The lights went out, and I didn't stop.

Lightning lit the window, and I saw her arch off the sheet with her hand over her mouth.

"Don't," I said against her skin. "I want to hear you."

She took her hand away.

I licked her wet pussy slowly, circling her clit until she was shaking, and her fingers locked in my hair.

She said my name.

Not Mr. Rask, and not the client.

She said Kirk, broken, twice, and a third time as she came against my mouth.

I stayed there until she went soft and her thighs stopped trembling.

Then I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes.

She watched me do it in the next flash of lightning, with her hair across the pillow and her eyes dark.

"Come here," she said.

I came down over her, and she reached between us and took hold of me.

I had to close my eyes.

"Sasha."

"Fourteen months," she said, low, in my ear. "You walked behind me up nine floors, and I could feel you every step."

"I was looking at the stair."

"Liar."

She guided my hard cock in.

She was wet and tight and hot.

I pushed into her slowly, an inch at a time, until she gasped and dug her nails into my back.

I stopped, all the way in.

"Don't you dare stop," she said.

I fucked her in deep, steady strokes.

She met every stroke, her heels at the small of my back, her breath catching each time I hit deep.

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