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"My bag..." I mumbled when Ian helped me from the vehicle and slammed the door shut.

"I'll have someone get it."

Ian had slipped on his waistcoat before we left his office this evening, his briefcase and jacket in hand, he led me down the halls in the direction of our rooms.

He tossed his jacket and briefcase on his bed without pausing his stride, and before I knew it, we were in his bathroom, the lights came on and he was pulling at the hem of my shirt.

"Up,"

I lift my arms and the shirt goes over my head and lands by my feet on the floor. My bra is next, he lowers to his hunches as he undoes the button on my jeans, I kick off my sneakers by the time he is dragging my pants down my thighs.

Less than a minute later, I'm standing beside him in front of him in the nude, my loose hair, still messy from our tryst earlier in his office this afternoon hanging around my shoulder.

It takes him even less time to undress and he's ushering me into the glass shower.

He reaches beside me f