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Alice Whitlock is a woman who knows what she wants. She doesn't waffle on her decisions, in anything in her life. She sees every possible outcome and she knows what to choose to make things go down the way she wants them to.

So when Alice knows what she wants, Alice gets what she wants. And what she wants is her husband. He's sitting at his desk in his study, looking intently at his book, his pen poised for note taking. She has to be careful, she has to try to reign in her emotions as much as possible when staring at him, even though he's so attuned to her, he probably already knows what she wants.

However, he does nothing but shift slightly in his chair. And that is enough to set Alice into motion. She steps through the door to his study and shuts it behind her, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Jasper looks up at her as she slides her coat off her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet, revealing her scantily clad body.

"Been thinkin' 'bout you," She murmurs, her fingers tapping on the boning of her corset as she steps toward him.

He shuts his book and leans back in his chair, taking in the sight of her. Even though she was tiny, the heels she wore made her legs look like they went on forever. Her hips swayed with every step she took toward him. Pushing his chair away from the desk, she climbs into his lap, running her hands down his chest.

His hands move to cradle her to him, his fingers grazing the stiletto heel of her shoe and his breath leaves him in a soft huff. Alice leans forward and presses her lips against his, lingering just long enough for him to press her closer, and then she's dragging her mouth down his jaw and neck and sliding hands under his shirt.

She peels his shirt off slowly, trailing kisses down his chest, her mouth lingering on a few choice scars. Her tongue traces the marks left by men and women long before her, claiming them as her own, making him her's. Jasper's muscles clench as she grazes her teeth against a criss-crossed mark and he hisses.

Alice slips off his lap, staring up at him as she kneels on the floor in front of him, her hands moving to his belt, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. His hand cards through her hair as he lifts his hips to help her remove his pants. She pushes his clothes to the side and sits up on her knees, wrapping her slim hand around him, smiling quickly at Jasper's stifled noise.

Her eyes are half closed as she leans forward and her words are a whisper against his thigh, a soft I love you before taking him into her mouth. His fingers slip into her hair, tightening as she moves. She works him, with hands and mouth, until his fingers are almost painfully wound in her hair, until he's making vague gaspy noises. She pulls away with a final drag of her tongue, and then she stands.

Leaning against his desk, she pushes her underwear down her hips, her lower lip tugged between her teeth. He's gorgeous, in his chair, hair falling into his eyes as he stares up at her. She stands straight and tugs him out of the chair, turning him to lay against the desk, kicking her heels off to climb on top of him. She kisses him, hard, her hand going between them to guide him into her, groaning softly. The feeling never gets less intense after all of these years. His hand tugs through her hair again while the other slips between them to touch her as she rocks her hips against his.

Her palms are flat on his chest as she sits up, moving faster, harder. She needs him, wants him, now, harder, faster, she can't get enough. She's been thinking about this all day and it's enough to bring her close to the edge quickly, and his fingers pressing insistently against her only helps this along. His neck is exposed as he lets his head fall back, his brow wrinkling as she continues to quicken the pace.

"God," she hisses, chin dropping to her chest as she hits right and his fingers bring her to her downfall and she comes, tightening around him, her breath stolen away. Jasper lifts his hips against her once, twice, three more times and then collapses against his desk, his long legs stretching to the ground.

"Was there--" Jasper starts, running his hand through his hair as he carefully sits up, one hand on her back to keep her from falling.

"Do I need a reason?" Alice murmurs, burying her face in his shoulder, knowing what he was going to ask. "I didn't think you'd mind."

Jasper drops a kiss to her shoulder, breathing her in.

"I never mind."