CLAIMING WHAT ISN’T HISRyan didn’t ask for permission.He closed the final distance between us in one powerful step, wrapped his strong hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me into a fierce, hungry kiss. The moment his lips crashed against mine, all my resistance melted away. Years of hidden tension, stolen glances, and unspoken desire exploded between us. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue invaded me, claiming, demanding, dominating. My hands flew up to his chest, not to push him away but to clutch his shirt desperately.This was wrong. So dangerously wrong. He was my husband’s right-hand man. Yet that very fact sent a dark thrill racing through my body. Ryan’s free hand roamed down my naked body, squeezing my breast hard before sliding between my legs. His fingers found me soaked.“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my lips. “Your husband leaves you unsatisfied and now you’re this wet for me?”I whimpered, ashamed and unbearably turned on at the same time.He spu
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