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"Mr. Barnes, are you propositioning me to bear your children? Because you know I'm not in a position to make promises."

Still clutching her breast from behind, he tightened his hold on her and drew her body firmly against his. "Then let's change your position and see what happens." "Tyler, I want to give you everything you want," she breathed as the ache between her legs grew stronger.

He felt her nipple harden as he swept his finger over it. "I know you can't promise me children," he whispered, "but can I proposition you to try as often as possible?"

She pressed her rear into his erection. "That might be a workable compromise.

I'll need to speak to my client first."

He squeezed the flesh of her breast and she sucked in a breath. "I have a message for your client."

"Give it to me," she dared him, wriggling her bottom against his erection. "I'll be sure to pass it along." A wicked grin broke across her face when she heard him groan.

His mouth worked her ear to her collarbone, while his hands worked on her front. One hand toyed with her breasts and the other hand deftly unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zip, and reached inside her panties. She arched her back as he slid two fingers inside her and stroked her warm center. He couldn't believe how ready for him she was.

Her evident desire for him made him even harder.

"Message received," she murmured.

When she attempted to turn around to kiss him, he held her firmly in place. He yanked down her jeans and panties and bent her over the table, keeping her wet with his agile fingers.

"Tyler, please," she begged, burning with lust. She wanted him like she'd never wanted anyone before. As she cried out for him to enter her, an orgasm ripped through her.

She barely had time to recover when he unfastened his trousers. She heard the tear of the condom wrapper just before he plunged inside her. She gripped the edge of the table, unaware of her strained knuckles. Her head was swimming with desire and pleasure and all the incredible emotions he produced in her. She craved his nearness, longed to feel him as deeply as her body allowed.

"Harder," she insisted. "You won't break me, Tyler. I'm strong." She felt his hands grasp her bottom and she moved her hips rapidly to keep up with his fierce pumping.

As Tyler was about to explode, he felt her body shudder as another orgasm jolted her. This time she yelled his name, unable to contain the eruption. Only when she'd finished did he let the shockwaves tear through his own body.