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Chapter 68: Behind Closed Doors

Author: STEPHANIE . I
last update publish date: 2026-10-02 21:10:44

The heavy double doors of Harrison’s private study slammed shut, the heavy lock clicking into place with a sharp, final sound that echoed off the mahogany-paneled walls.

Before I could even clear the threshold, Harrison grabbed me by the back of my waist and slammed my hips back against the massive, leather-bound executive desk in the center of the room. Papers scattered everywhere, a silver fountain pen rolling off the edge and hitting the plush rug below, but neither of us cared.

“You sat the
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  • Ruined by Mr Voss    Chapter 68: Behind Closed Doors

    The heavy double doors of Harrison’s private study slammed shut, the heavy lock clicking into place with a sharp, final sound that echoed off the mahogany-paneled walls.Before I could even clear the threshold, Harrison grabbed me by the back of my waist and slammed my hips back against the massive, leather-bound executive desk in the center of the room. Papers scattered everywhere, a silver fountain pen rolling off the edge and hitting the plush rug below, but neither of us cared.“You sat there in front of my board, dripping for me while they discussed millions of dollars,” Harrison growled, his deep voice thick with unbridled lust. “Do you have any idea what it did to me, watching your eyes glaze over while my fingers were buried inside you?”“You started it, Harrison,” I panted, my hands flying to the lapels of his crisp white shirt, ripping open the top three buttons. “You forced me into that dress—”“I put you in that dress so I could get to you faster,” he interrupted, his hand

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    The harsh morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the master suite, painting the dark hardwood floors in streaks of brilliant gold.I stirred slowly, every muscle in my body aching with a heavy, delicious soreness. The scent of cedar, and raw sexual exertion still hung thick in the cool air of the room. I shifted beneath the Egyptian cotton sheets, feeling the dried, sticky evidence of Harrison’s climax painted across the inside of my thighs.Before I could even open my eyes completely, a broad, iron-hard arm tightened around my waist, hauling my naked body back against a wall of pure, radiating heat.Harrison was already awake.His broad chest pressed firmly against my bare back, his thick, heavy erection resting rigidly against the swell of my hip. His calloused hand slid up my stomach, his thumb tracing slow, possessive circles over my skin before coming up to cup my breast.“Good morning, sweet girl,” Harrison rasped out dark and low against the nape o

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