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the back of her. “You’re soaking wet,” he said as he rubbed her outer sex forcefully. She whimpered. “Shhh,” he hissed, his mouth just above her right ear. “You don’t want anyone to hear you come, do you? Did you cry out when you masturbated here before?”
    But Harper was too lost in the clutches of hot, blinding lust to reply. She circled her hips, grinding her ass against his balls, getting more pressure on her pussy. Suddenly, he lifted his pleasure-giving hand and gave the side of her ass a muted slap. A startled cry popped out of her throat.
    “Answer me. Were you silent when you brought yourself off in the bathroom before?” he said tensely right next to her ear. His front teeth fastened on the shell of her ear, giving her a rough, arousing caress. She moaned.
    “Harper,” he growled.
    “I . . .” She struggled to think. The only thing she could focus on was her craving for him to put his hand back between her legs. She hadn’t realized it was so hard to think when she was this aroused. Maybe she’d never been this turned on before? That must be the reason she was writhing against him like a horny slut in the bathroom of her workplace.
    “I don’t know,” she muttered. “It happened more than once.”
    “
What
?”
    “You’re making me crazy too, Jacob,” she bit out bitterly in a muted tone. She was so aroused, it was like every nerve in her body burned. “What do you
want
from me?”
    There was a tense pause.
    “I want you to answer my question. Were you able to keep quiet before? The other times, when you came in here?”
    “I kept quiet,” she panted, clamping her eyelids shut.
    “Can you this time?”
    “I don’t . . . know,” she admitted brokenly. Her body shook in barely restrained arousal. “I don’t think so.”
    His encircling arm rose to her mouth. He pressed his forearm against her lips. His deft fingertips resumed rubbing her lubricated, sizzling clit. “Come,” he whispered hoarsely near her ear.
    She climaxed thunderously, her cries muffled by his sleeve-covered forearm crushed against her mouth.
    “Sit down, Harper. Now.”
    She blinked in disorientation. She’d lost herself to flooding pleasure and heat there for a moment. Jacob had turned her again, and was urging her back down on the toilet seat. The feeling of hitting the hard seat jolted through her dazed state. She opened her mouth to ask a question. He stepped closer and thrust his cock between her lips. She made a surprised sound. He began to thrust, his hand at the back of her head.
    She immediately came back to herself at the sensation and began bobbing her head, taking him eagerly. He halted her by grasping the hair at her nape.
    “Stay still. I’m going to come,” he ground out. He fucked her mouth tautly for several seconds, the incipient power in him making her eyes spring wide. He jacked the base of the staff with his hand even as he pierced her mouth forcefully. She felt his cock swell.
    He withdrew almost entirely from her suckling mouth and began to come. Did he think she didn’t want him to come in her mouth? Harper leaned forward, thirsty for the first thick, white ejaculate that began to shoot from the slit. He suppressed a throat-burning groan. He gripped his fingers tighter in her hair, stilling her. He squeezed the base of his cock.
    “All right. Open,” he said in a choked voice.
    She did what he asked. He angled his cock into her mouth and finished coming on her tongue. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, undone as the taste of his semen entered her awareness. His big body tensed and shuddered several times.
    After a moment, he exhaled raggedly and withdrew. He lowered his hand to her cheek and caressed her jaw. “Close, Harper,” he said thickly.
    He held his glistening cock just inches from her face. She looked up and saw him watching her with that feral focus of his as she closed her lips and swallowed.
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    It aroused him unbearably, even in his sated state, to see