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felt alive, electric to touch.
    Snaking her hand under his leather jacket, she helped him shrug it from his shoulders. Her fingers curled around his biceps. The muscles twitched and flexed beneath her palms.
    She cried out when his lips latched on to her neck. “Oh god.”
    She reached for the buttons on his shirt but he stilled her movements. His voice commanding. “No, Ruth. You will not touch me.”
    His long, calloused fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. He inhaled sharply. The cool air and his heated look made her nipples tighten to the point of pain.
    Without removing her blouse, he freed her breasts from the confines of her bra. He tested the weight, stroked the flesh tenderly before flicking the tight buds. “Beautiful.”
    Ruth bit her lip to prevent a deep moan from escaping. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. At work. In a public place. With a man she hadn’t even dated.
    What a slut.
    He replaced his thumbs with his mouth and suckled first one nipple then the other.
    She moaned. He licked and teased. Occasionally his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.
    “Please,” she choked out, pushing her hips into his, trying to bring herself to orgasm. “Please, Dominic.”
    He lifted his head from her breasts. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me.”
    He slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants and groaned. The guttural sound sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, he moved down into her panties, easing one finger inside her wet folds.
    She closed her eyes, focused on the intense sensation of him stroking her pussy.
    “Watch me, Ruth.” He gripped her chin and she focused on him.
    He pumped in and out. Heat ignited in her veins. She felt hot and needy. She tingled to the tips of her toes. Low, throaty moans escaped and she couldn’t quite believe they came from her. She’d never been so vocal before.
    Her walls clenched like a hot, horny vacuum demanding more. He increased the pace and pressed his thumb to worry her clit.
    Electricity shot down her spine, her head dropped back against the shelving and she exploded with pleasure. The orgasm ripped through her. A slick wetness gushed between her thighs. Her nerve endings fired, pulsed. She buried her face in his neck to keep from screaming as she shuddered.
    Letting her breathing return to normal, she held on to Dominic’s shoulders for stability. Her legs were like liquid.
    When she could move, she lifted her head and looked into his face.
    He pulled his fingers from her pants and raised them slowly to his mouth. He sucked her juices as if they were the sweetest nectar. Her cheeks flamed.
    When he finished, he let out a low moan of satisfaction. “You taste so good. Like honey on my tongue.”
    “What…” She swallowed, moistened her dry mouth. “Where did that come from?”
    She needed to know why after five days, he’d decided to give her the orgasm of her life.
    Not that she was complaining.
    “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He dropped his gaze to her naked breasts, skimmed his hand over the skin and teased her nipple. “The way your breasts fill out a sweater. The way your ass sways sassily when you walk. The happiness in your eyes when you help someone find a book. I’ve been thinking about having you on your knees sucking me off. You make my cock so hard, Ruth.”
    He brushed her cheek. “I told you I was going to take what I want.”
    Wow. What could she say to that? Her body still hummed in the aftermath of orgasm. She loved his boldness, the control. She’d fantasized about him pushing aside niceties and taking her. And here he was doing exactly that.
    She shook her head. “You haven’t upset me. At all.” She blinked, looked over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. “I want you. This. Always like this.”
    Jesus, had she admitted that out loud?
    Yes. Like she’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm in a public place.
    Dominic laughed. “I know.”
    She shifted and adjusted her clothing, zipped up her pants and stuffed