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Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

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never getting away from me, Jaeger,” she whispers and drags her tongue

across my collarbone to my shoulder where she bites my bra strap. “Take it

off.”

And at the moment, I want nothing more than to do everything she tells

me to. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, the cool air caressing my

nipples, and Clay’s warm hand covering one.

But before I know what’s happening, she’s swiping her arm across her

desktop, sending everything crashing to the floor and bending me over the

top of it.

I plant my hands on the desk on both sides of my head, sucking in air like

I can’t catch my breath. She yanks my underwear, tearing them from my

body, and then she lifts my skirt and spreads my legs.

“Clay…” I moan.

But her fist is in my hair, her hand palms my breast, and her mouth trails

up and down my back, sucking, kissing, and biting like she’s starved.

I feel a flood of warmth between my legs as she presses into my ass.

“God, what are you doing?” The world tips sideways, and I close my

eyes. “I’m so wet for you.”

“You’re never getting away from me,” she says again.

I know, baby. I know. God, what is she doing to me? Just when I think

I’m in control, and I have a handle on her, she sweeps me away.

She rises, pulling me up with her, and whispers in my ear. “I love these.”

She squeezes my breast, moving from one to the other as she kisses my

shoulder. “They feel so good.”

I kiss her, tasting her with my tongue again and again.

But then I spot something on the floor, something she’d pushed off her

desk. “You got film in that camera?” I ask.

She follows my gaze, seeing her vintage Edixa 35mm on the floor.

I got a video of her. Fair is fair, I guess.

“Take my picture,” I tell her.

A gleam hits her eyes, and she walks over and picks it up, blowing on the

lens before adjusting the settings.

I lean over the desk again, propping myself up with my hands and leaving

my skirt hiked up in the back where she left it. I push up on my tiptoes and let

a little hair fall in my eyes as she starts some music, “Take Me to the River”

playing. When she looks up again, her chest caves and she almost drops the

camera.

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